Thinking about dying can not mean you're obsessed with dying. It's just making sense with the meaning of transcendence and with some perspective (transcending one) on existence.
Had to say, just in case, cause (as many other things) our society (not only ours, from these times, this always happened) and people very frequently makes connections between meanings that are supposedly necessary.
In the other side, by instance, Unamuno, Great spanish philosopher and writer, was Obsessed with the death, and he Made Up Great Literature.
But, existential terms, my case is just about what I just said.
And, OBVIOUSLY, WISHING SO MUCH GOOD to All, SPECIALLY to ALL the ONES I mentioned before.
After my crises of faith (22, don't ask me why this age; it was a moment of confluencing of intellectual and emotional "results" from hearted mind making sense at once), I admit I was obsessed, and the only salvation before the oblivion and the forgetting and the "nothing" (like Sartre?; not exactly, the metaphysic one) was that epic perspective, so Evident when I came.
Honestly, almost all I wanted to say out loud to the universal human was told by me already.
Feels Good!
Vacation for Dr. einstein i-von brain
from the "too" brainy sayind.
In next month as I said starting the philotask. Though, I'll keep the too brainy developing from the papers a little off my existentiality, cause a little childish is Always Key for Enjoying the Living. Those paradoxes, Knowing but for Not necessary Always Logically Do as if you knew it (passing away...). I don't exactly think this is lying to ourselves, as somebody said sometime, I think it's just about Dealing the best Possible with our Nature: evolution is not bringing anything to perfection, it's just bringing up. So... Here we Go!
ps: God Bless Families, from the Core of my Heart!
psII: and a a Very Gentle chick kiss!!