You are going to die.
Chances are, there will be no heaven to welcome you.
Your corpse will rot in the earth,
or your ashes will be carried by the winds.
You will spend the last 5 years of your life, at least, wishing you were dead.
Your friends will have died before you, your loved ones will be dead or may no longer care about you.
You will be lonely.
The world will keep getting more fucked up.
Pollution will ruin the air, water, and the soil.
Technology will pass you by.
You will wonder when the compact disc became archaic.
Soylent green will be a frightening reality.
Acid rain will fuck with your surroundings.
Everything is a dusty, rough gray.
War will rob you of your sanity.
Peace will give you the gifts of lethargy and boredom.
Nothing matter. Stop caring.