Why Live?
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The Three Authors Who Saved Me During an Existential Crisis
“Stench and worms.”
To use Leo Tolstoy’s words in A Confession, that’s what will become of us all after death. We toil through life. Our actions will inevitably come to an end. And all memory of us will eventually disappear. So, what’s the point of going on in the first place? Why do anything at all? Why live?