I hate my brain.
How are you? Any good bedtime stories?
There was once a man who chopped logs for his village. Day in and out he would carry the firewood on his back, but as time went on he grew weaker and more frail. One day he grew tired and threw down the wood and called out for death to come to him. When death arrived he asked what the old man wanted and after pondering for a while he asked death to help him put the logs on his back. When faced with death he had realized he wasn’t ready to die.