I've been thinking about time. One day I will die, it's just a matter of time. My cats will die, my parents, my brothers and sister, me, and I'm not ok with that. If I grow old then will I be just another old man looking at younger people desiring to be back in my youth. I don't think its fair to have to die, I also don't think there is a higher power choosing though, that's what is so lonely about life, the fact that in the end nothing matters. Are feeling really just chemicals, is life really just being born and doing what ever comes most natural, then one day passing away just to be forgotten along with any good or bad I've done. Would it even matter in 100 years what I did, may be that's where killers decide what there doing has no mark, there just doing what thrills them now. May be the meaning of life is to just survive & have as much fun as we can doing it.