The night will come tomorrow. And with it the stars will shine the way they always have for millions of years. And the day after tomorrow, the night will come again. And the next day, and the next, and the next. So stop complaining. Go hike the fuck out of a mountain, or walk towards a fire when everybody else is running away from it. The only way you're ever going to get anything out of this life is to sit in the dark, let your imagination get the best of you, and let those demons come for you.

Because at the end of it all, we all end up in the same place. Regardless of what we did, or did not, miss out on.

We all die.