I don't believe in the end of the world. I just can't, I guess.

But sometimes I wonder what would happen if we pretended, all the time, that the bombs were already in the air.

Maybe things would go too crazy, but I bet there would be a lot more love, a lot more earnest action and sincere words.

When your whole life flashes before your eyes, you realize that it wasn't that bad, you realize how thankful you should have been.

EDIT: NO, I've changed my mind. Trying to carry such a project out would just be too manipulative, and I cannot judge what life is for, what should be the nature of life. Obviously stress and lack of sleep turn me into Adrian Veidt. (If any of you do not know who I am talking about, I will gladly lend you some books)

I love you all. You are all so perfect, you made life a little bit better.

Thank you.

EDIT: That part still stands.