Adam sat with his legs dangling of the edge of the building. The air was still and the sounds of the street below barely rose above a rumble. He was staring at nothing. He had already made the decision to jump few days before but he had had to get things in order first. It was fascinating living while knowing you were going to end your own life. He would watch news reports where grateful survivors were celebrated and the dead catonized. Survivors beat death, death steals innocent people away from us. We're in a race, one most of us assume we are winning for the time being, and we run and fight and survive. We must fear death, it must terrify us. You cannot be afraid of dying, being afraid of dying is like being afraid that pandas will go extinct. It gives us purpose and helps us frame our lives but does it have very much to do with us when it actually happens, no it does not. I know everybody comes to this realization but nothing matters , nothing