Why do we die?
That
Is a dumb
Question.
We have to.
If we don’t die we won’t be giving others the chance to live.
But how do I know there will be others?
It is a thing of fiction to think that there won’t be anyone after you.
Until the sun explodes,
it won’t be possible,
it is selfish to think otherwise.
What’s wrong with that?
But others matter.
But so do I.