How are you killing yourself?

A reflection of myself. I live life, I am free, and I am pursuing happiness.

I am killing myself. Maybe not in the sense you may be thinking, but I am. Aren't we all killing ourselves?
You smoke.
You lie.
You eat.
You worry.
You may not have even been born yet.
The march of our feet is leading us towards death and I wonder if all these material possessions in life aren't just self-therapy to try and keep our minds at ease.
This all may sound sad but I can see this unique quality of beauty in it all. If you can treasure those moments where you are doing more living than dying, then why does it have to be sad?
To be honest the last time I felt like I was living was when I was swinging in a hammock thinking about all this dying and living.

I really hope that one day something triggers you to find yourself and be born. Living in other peoples' shoes is no way to live. When you find yourself maybe your soul will finally feel happy. Maybe you finally won't have to rely on others' smiles to make you feel alright. Maybe you will have your own dreams and aspirations. Maybe.