With a heavy heart, mourn your death.

They say depression is the inability to construct a future. If that's true, those afflicted with depression are the only wise men in this world.

Nobody has the faintest memory that you walked this earth. You will die over and over until anyone whose life you touched is dead. You will die again with the fall of humanity. You will die again with the destruction of the universe.

That is the future. A future of nothing. No memory. No echoes from your life. All is forgotten in the end.

So choose: How will you live out your seemingly meaningless existence?