Me: At some point you may wake up one morning and realize that you don’t have much time left. And you’ll stop caring. You’ll just stop caring.
Other person: About what? That’s exactly the thing- if I value every living being life, if I put myself in every set of shoes, than I don’t have just one life
Me: You’ll realize it’s just not so.
And you have only yourself.
And nothing matters.
Nothing matters at all.
Stupid depressing person making me step out of the elaborate framework of distractions I’ve constructed, called being busy.