Imagine today is your last day on this planet. Now what you’ll do?
Sing or dance?
If you consider sending me to the mental asylum, I request you to wait and read.
There is no point in worrying about the past. It doesn’t matter what happened to you and who was responsible for your deterioration.
The past is over. There is no point in digging out the buried dead body.
Our right is in action, not in rewards. Nothing will bother you too much if you remember it, and you’ll be peaceful on your deathbed.
Don’t worry. Be happy. Every this is well and good.