The thought of death often crosses my mind.
Life is a strange concept. We go through struggles, stress, happiness, sorrow all to cease into nothing in the end. One day I will no longer exist. We will all die at some point. And yet we keep going with our day to day lives as if there is a greater goal to reach. But all I can think of is how in the end we'll turn into.. Nothing. Why does our dreams matter if they are bound to perish? We won't ever know life even existed for us. We won't be aware of the fact that we were ever here.
To me it's an interesting thought.