Fuck you. Fuck everything. Fuck the longhouse. You are going to die. Your life is going to end. You might die today. You might die tomorrow. But you are going to die. You are no longer going to exist. You are not going to think, taste, see, hear, perceive or feel anything. You have an off button, and Nature will press your off button, because you are supposed to die.
You should strongly consider the possibility that nothing will happen after you die. There might be absolutely nothing waiting for you.
No one can tell you how to live your life unless you let them. If you let people tell you how you should live your life, you live on their terms. It is no longer your life — it’s theirs. You are their bitch. They own you. And chances are they don’t even care about you. But they still own you. Are you going to let anyone own you?
