Without sadness, how much can I truly appreciate happiness? Of course it’s not good to wallow in it, but we are only human, and these things are just a part of life. We should not feel bad about this.
Because of this new fear I have, the fear of my own mortality and the fragility of my existence, I’ve felt like a victim of time, like every second of my life is a drop of sand that hits the bottom of the hourglass of my demise.
At first, yeah, I really felt guilty for allowing myself to enjoy something, but that’s just what I need to do to get through this moment and not completely fall apart.