"We build too many walls and not enough bridges."

They say the great die young.. but the only reason we recognize them at all or that they were great was because they died and it triggered some emotional response either possessively that you want them in your life or it reminded you of your own eventual demise. To which we seek an answer to questions that are scientifically impossible to answer (when and why and what will happen?). Those who are obsessed will gravitate to religion.. which ironically will tell you not to believe in the theory of gravity. Other’s will suppress their anxiety and pretend they cannot die until death shoves it’s existence in their faces and all that was buried arises through panic and substance abuse to forget again even if just briefly. I float somewhere in the middle of the death continuum. Choosing mostly to ignore it but in emergencies I’ll need the answer privately convincing myself that a God exists because I know being forced to forget the anxiety through drugs brings me closer to a death I want so badly to get away from.