I’ve never really understood our obsession with longevity. We only get to go around once, & I find it a hell of a lot more important to squeeze as much enjoyment & experience out of life as possible than to squeeze as many days out of it as I can.

I suppose most people are less emotional than those of us with mood disorders (duh). That seems to explain, at least in part, why they’re able to stay so organized & conscientious: They look at life & see organization & stamina as life’s key virtues, not creativity & insight. The rest, to them, is just bad poetry.

But they can’t see that (a) they will die with no chance to celebrate the achievement, & (b) the rest of the world will barely notice, let alone give a shit.