Recently, I have spent a lot of time thinking of my mortality. I find it strange to think, I am now as old as my parents were, when I was born. I have nothing to show for my life so far, the future seems so bleak. I feel empty, even powerless as I realize that everyday I am one day closer to death. I do not necessarily fear mortality as much as I do not understand it. We are only conscience for such a small amount of time before we are engulfed in nothingness for eternity. I feel that I opened Pandora's box. The more I think about life/existence/mortality, the more I dive down the rabbit hole(making me only think of mortality more and more). I am to a point that I feel it is all I think about. I often wonder, why I am doing what I am doing? Do any of my thoughts or actions matter? I have accepted my fate as an anonymous casualty of time, not to be remembered by anyone when I take my last breath. As dark as that may sound, I am okay with that notion; it is all out of my control. Does anyone out there contemplate mortality?