What you want

And in the end, our pitiless fascination with the land of the dead will end up sucking our souls out into its dead and dried wastes. We are the products of our fears, the lives we want to live are but the lives we dream of when we wake. Nothing can compare to the last few breaths we breathe. Life is said to be full amazing things, yet so many of us believe one is only truly alive when they are ridiculously close to death. I have always wondered, why is that?