Since the dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not even a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people. That comes out to about 160,000 people per day. 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, no girl, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.