I was suddenly relieved by this passage:
Why does your money decrease day by day and you're anxious as hell? Yet your life shortens every day and you don't care at all.
Because you've been poor, but you've never died. You only care about how much money you have left, but you don't care about how many years you have left. You're always anxious about which path to choose, but actually every path is wrong, because all roads lead to the grave. Palms and backs of hands are both shit, left or right you end up the same, 100% mortality rate in life—so what's there to be anxious about?
When you can't f
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