I read this passage today and it struck me because I'd made the same seemingly paradoxical observation on my own recently:
To paraphrase the glorious words of G.K. Chesterton: We now have a strong desire for living combined with a strange carelessness about dying. We desire life like water and yet are ready to drink death like wine. We know that we are here to do what we came to do, and we need not worry about anything else. -- Richard N. Bolles, What Color Is Your Parachute?
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