There’s something so oddly comforting to me about the thought of death. Not that I am wanting to hurt myself or worse but I am constantly thinking about death and what it means to me. I try to take everything one step at a time, learning to stop analyze every thought that someone else might be having. While thinking about my own death whether it be tomorrow or 80 years from now I have learned that there is a lot of beauty that is held within the time I have in between. The beauty that’s in the parts of life while your just trying to exist like taking a look and your surroundings and observing how beautiful the different shade of colors just the beauty of existence.