What if when I met you so long ago, I could see the future us and know that you would someday leave me? Leave me hurting, leave me lonely, leave me frightened, leave me with a clutter of memories whose clarity fades so quickly that I doubt the truth of it, leave me with regrets, leave me feeling that time and resources were wasted, leave me unable to apologize for my offenses, leave me without answers, leave me with cavernous doubts about the balance of nature, the existence of higher powers, the import of meaningful moments, and the possibility of an afterlife—at a time in my life when I thought I had finally sorted out all of these things. Would the young me wisely have walked away in search of a surer bet at complacency and peaceful ignorance?
No.
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Every person on the planet is eventually left by everything. Nothing remains, but memories, and then they to leave.
Life is memories. If you can imagine life without doing anything at all, not one thing, essentially total blacckness in order to not make memories then you say yes to your question. But life is memories, so you say no. And you enjoy your memories as long as you can.
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