From the second we’re conceived, all the heart really wants is death. Why beat at all, if it’s not beating to one day stop? We convince ourselves that we have a purpose, a reason for existing at all, but the truth is—we’re nothing more than empires waiting to fall, deluding ourselves into thinking we’re invincible. That we’re forever. Living isn’t prolonging the inevitable; it’s simply prolonging the acceptance of the truth our minds keep from our bodies.
