Is it normal to be glad all good things come to an end?
Old people lament that things aren't as good when their older and get all doom and gloom aboit life because all good things come to an end. But I enjoy the comfort that all good things will end because their finite existence provides incentive. Like now I am 20 years old and try my hardest to enjoy the shit oit of being young with looking good naked, having sex a lot and not having to work to support onself. The whole reason I'm trying to take advantage is because these pleasures are finite. I think I would enjoy life less if it lasted forever, you wouldn't be able to get me out of bed! Is it normal to be very comforted by the fact that all good things come to an end?