I read this quote once when I was a kid. We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling, for an illusion? Because no amount of friends, a girl, no assignments on conjugating the plus-perfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is going to help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.
— The Art of Getting By