As someone who has always felt the same way, look. Time eventually runs out, and age and disease catches up to us. Hard labor wears us the fuck out. Some pain never stops. There’s only a few things that keep me going; I’m convinced that humanity needs people with my perspective on climate change and fascism. Both must be fought til death. There are also people I love who I don’t want to hurt. Finally, maybe we’ll find an alien civilization soon! And so I go on.

But there are limits to what I will fight. I’ve watched a friend die from brain cancer. I will not go that way. I’ll choose my own path.