Always have been, always thought about it, worried, obsessed. Often, when in bed and unable to sleep, I would immerse myself in the sheer magnitude and totality of death, and how cruel and unfair and disrespectfully trifling it seemed.
Then, about 3 days ago, it just hit me. Some sort of revelation. Now, a brief disclaimer: I'm not religious at all, never have been, never will be. But that day, I just realized that this body I'm in right now doesn't represent the beginning of me, nor will it define the ending. No reason, no event, nothing I ate drank or smoked... Just happened.
Crazy thing is, it's made me so much happier. I enjoy talking to people a little bit more, enjoy the minutiae of life a little bit more. The moment I starting taking every minute as just another slide in this grand experience, rather than another tick towards a dark and inevitable end, everything became so much more clear.
I must live as best I can, fullfill as many of my dreams as I can, be as nice as I can to those who deserve it, and the rest will take care of itself. No matter what happens, or doesn't happen, everything will be alright.