We entered this world through the pangs of labour, and we exit this world to the heartbreak of those who mourn us. All of life is like beads of meaning threaded on a string of discomfort. Trying to separate from pain fragments one’s cohesion and reduces everything to compartmentalized, meaningless beads.
Your departure will always be difficult on those who survive you, but how your life is going to continue after that departure depends on how present you were for your life now. It may very well be that the things about you that you dislike the most is the very reason why you were created.