I do not know what lies beyond our mortal lives, but that it is something hilariously ironic can be discerned in the smug grin of the human skull.
If you wish to diminish your hatred for someone, imagine them on their deathbed. If this fails, imagine yourself there instead.
Looking into the mirror after this morning’s ablutions, I could not help but notice that I was not an entirely unpleasant sight to look upon.
Vanity? No. I liken it more to the pride of an embalmer.
The desire to prematurely end one’s life is as misguided as the desire to live it—either way one bestows upon existence more importance than it deserves.
She will occasionally write with pencil to remind herself of her mortality.