I have crossed paths with people recently who are dying or who have lost someone close to them.
I have come to the conclusion that when my time comes ( if it comes, I may be immortal ) I don’t want people to feel bad for me. Lets face it. It will not do me any good. I will be free from pain. You will not be.
I would much rather that people think of me remembering the good times and getting a smile on their face doing so.
If anyone I know is reading this blog entry in the post 2065 world, you have my permission not to punish yourself. In fact, I want you to honor me by going out and having a good time. Get laid, get a good workout in, help someone, help an animal, take a walk through the park and know that I want you to have that feeling and that I want you to be happy.
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