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If the cure to existential dread is turning 40, it can't come soon enough.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it definitely is not.
I turned 40 this year. Sadly it hasn't helped my existential dread at all.
It all goes faster downhill.
Happy 40th!
Oh yeah, years pass by like weeks. No joke, time now feels like you're trying to hold the sand in your hands, in a storm.
Like sand through our fingers, so too are the days of our lives.
Intense workouts everyday I’m able to has helped me significantly.