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The day’s too bright and sunny for anyone to feel down. Sunshine has an uplifting effect on people, much as girls hate it for its skin damaging UV rays. But sunlight is warm and good for the soul. When it leaves, the dark consumes our energy and leaves us drained of life. Devoid of hope and joy, morbid and cold.

Sometimes when we are more perceptive, the surreality of our existence suddenly grips us. Everything we see, every breath we take and the very life we are living out seems somewhat un-real.

So, this is Me. So, this is my life. So, I exist.

The thing is that we know every day is one day closer to death. Everyday we are dying. And for all that we do and will do, everything comes to naught the day we cease breathing.

So, what if instead of traveling the whole journey, we take the express lane?

Hemingway put a bullet in his brain; Virginia Woolf waded into River Ouse and never surfaced; poor Sylvia Plath gassed herself grey.