If Nietzsche was right when he said “To live is to suffer,” because I’m late with rent again, after weeks of being on time with it, a disappointment to the landlord again, after weeks of being a good boy, and once again, I’m letting go of death fear in my usual Buddhist way by telling myself how sometimes you can afford to live comfortably, and sometimes you can’t, while I wait for an eviction notice that may or may not come, then again, who knows what will happen?