Lately I've begun to feel like my life is good, I've already accomplished all the major things I've wanted to do at minimum, and I don't feel necessarily hopeless or suicidal anymore. Instead, I've been having this weird dreamy feeling where I just think "it doesn't matter, there's no sense in being sad or upset about ___ because one day you'll be dead." It's a really weird joy in knowing I'm mortal, and although I don't necessarily want to hurt myself I do find myself wishing it were my time. Personally, it makes me really hope there's some really nice afterlife, but if there's not then I guess I won't be conscious to worry about it! Anyone else ever feel this way? Like...life is good but it's just not your cup of tea?