I want everyone I love to live forever and never die.

Is that naive?
Yes.
Is it unrealistic?
Yes.
Is it bad for me?
Sometimes, yes.
But I can't change it. I have tried.
I worry so much for those I care about even if I don't talk about it. I haven't made peace with death. Sometimes I lose myself in loving them, and making the best of our time together.
And sometimes I lose myself in the grief and the sadness of its temporary nature that requires us to employ our imaginative linguistic justifications and work-arounds to create meaning out of loss.

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AntisocialTroll · 56-60, F

I choose to believe we are born with an expiry date and that we and those we love have to die in order to make room on the planet for those that have yet to be born.

Only problem is I've lost so many people in my lifetime, I've got to the point I don't feel I want friends because they're just gonna die and I'm fed up with missing dead people.