Prediction, a beautiful bunch of lies. We like to tell ourselves stories to escape whatever else is going on in our lives.

We tell ourselves it will be all over soon, until then we could just tuck ourselves inside one of those beautiful imaginations of a perfect world, see world can't be perfect because it itself is just another fragment of someone else's imagination perhaps God's if there even really is one.

This world is not perfect because it is just another illusion layers that hide the reality within. The reality of death, pain, regret, and sorrow.

When we look at our lives from the perspective of being alive we see death as a negativity, the questions isn't negativity or positivity of death, the question is, if death is the only way to escape?

We could always...