I stood in a graveyard today. I have already gone through my

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I stood in a graveyard today. I have already gone through my existential crisis, but I got an immense sense of hopelessness. I looked at the scattered gravestones and their markings. Some simply stone slabs, smoothed as if they'd been in an ocean's tides. Others were fading, clearly not as old as the previous. Some looked like little bits of stone propped up in a timeless, but now sadly forgotten, remembrance. Irony at its finest.

That is where we all end up no matter what our path in life. Rotting away. Gone. Forgotten.