Don’t talk to me about death. Death is nothing, there’s nothing to fear there.
Have you ever starved your belly for three days, and not by choice? Have you ever roamed the streets, homeless, and when asked just casually told people you were out about? Have you ever poured your heart out, and watched no one care? Have you ever been right all along, and been stoned for it? Have you ever shut your mouth about your life’s truths, about what you’ve been through, just because it’s been so tragic – and you didn’t want to ruin someone else’s life by opening up yours?
There are worse things in life than death.
Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?