Partly because we romanticize life. We are taught that we should love life. Is that so? More and more I have felt love for death. Knowing that I will no longer have any obligations that I already know will lead nowhere, being just part of a mechanical process that has arisen randomly. This idea brings me a comfort unlike that obtained with any substance. No, I don't mean that I am like this all the time. Most of my time is spent on useless thoughts, resentments, etc. I have been trying to get rid of them. All this while I have to go to work every day. Many sleepless nights. Maybe I am trying harder now to see death as it should be seen. I don't know if it is natural because I am almost 60 years old. Loving death may be the great key, the hidden treasure, the true success in life. We have all been deceived by life. Anyone, even if they feel fulfilled, if they stop to think logically and rationally knows that life is foolish. It is not difficult in fact. A simple way to understand this is to be aware of our bodies as they are. It doesn't take much effort. Even if you've avoided seeing pictures of open bodies your whole life, you know what they look like. These piles of organs are really unpleasant to look at. But we're with them all the time. I close my eyes and imagine this disgusting thing inside me. The human body is grotesque no matter how healthy our organs are. And when they're sick, they're even more so. There's nothing beautiful in life, except what our minds fantasize about. Faced with this and other inescapable realities, death seems to be the best thing there is. There's one thing in particular that shows me the truth about life: putrefaction and decomposition couldn't be more appropriate. It's the final proof for anyone who doubts that life has nothing beautiful. No, life was never a gift or a present or anything. Life is fetid, disgusting, and a slow rotting of everything inside us. Death is the opposite. It is clean, it does not smell bad, it is the best we can have. We have been wrongly taught to associate death with the process of decomposition. We forget that decomposition is a process of life. It only exists because our bodies exist. Death frees us from all that. Learning to love death and see life as it really is, with all its grotesque details that our minds try to avoid, is the key. And this is not a fantasy to try to escape something. It is the opposite. It is the truth.