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[sunarest]

Because of my grandfather's death this summer, I've spent a good portion of the last two months contemplating my own mortatlity. Generally, I thought about death as I lay in my bed, trying to sleep. Hence the lack of sleep. Now, for the last two weeks or so, people have been telling me that I'm sleeping too much. I've come to a conclusion: I've finally accepted the fact that I will one day die, so now instead of having panic attacks as I lay in bed at night, I can fall asleep peacefully.

This is nice.