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When left alone to think my mind wanders to places I'd rather not be, contemplating death, knowing that more then likely there is nothing after life, at this point I instinctually fear it immediately after this reoccuring realization. I wonder with such a short existance is there a point to our lives... then I laugh and thinking there is no point, we just exist, then I find comfort in the knowing that there is no pain after death and no long fear it, but if we were not put here for a purpose... and there is nothing after death, I think I better do what I want and enjoy life. Not that is matters if I don't because I wont regret anything if I no longer exist.