And now, finally, maybe I had arrived at denial. Maybe total denial. Maybe, in the absence of any certainty, we should just assume that we’re going to live a long time. Maybe that’s the only way forward.
— When Breath Becomes Air (Paul Kalanithi), Loc. 1530–2
Comment from Oct 19, 2026:
Yep, that’s how I see the living in a warring country with Russia constantly attacking and terrorising us, civilians. You just accept you can die any moment, and live as you’d live forever. Without too much fear. I’d live while I’m alive, so constantly thinking of the death is very self-destructive.