I take comfort in the knowledge that I will die. I used to have such desire to achieve my dreams. I reached them in a way. Just not in the way I expected. It turns out that life is much harder than I ever knew. My choices have been very poor. My karma is difficult.
I take comfort in the belief that when we die it’s our time. I won’t kill myself because it would cause too much suffering and my rebirth would be less auspicious. But I will do the best I can with what I have until my time comes.