You Only Live Once, a philosophy that condescends,

to live in fear of dying is not living.

Are festivities the remedy to our anxieties of tragedy?

I find I am a minority, one who strives to see the winter of my days

while my peers and my companions believe it will end in the spring.

The fact that they feel this way fills me with sorrow

because what is the point of living if they are to die tomorrow?