Death is inevitable for all humans; the only question is when. When will your life flash in front of you like a movie that only you understand? That is always a question that, although it is acknowledged, one would never want to talk about it. Fear of death can take you by the neck and bring you into a place of complete despair. Personally, I am not scared of the topic of death. I find it quite interesting to think of when I will die, where, and how. However, feel is the keyword there. I know myself well enough to know that if I knew exactly when, where, and how I was going to die, I would be a different person for the worse.
When, where, and how you are going to die is probably the one thing I wouldn’t even wish upon my worse enemy. Out of these three, I think I would rather know when I would die. If I knew when I would know how long I have to truly live the life I want to. I feel like if I knew when I would die, I would be more willing to take the risk that I tell myself not to wait and just do it. Although I would, of course, become more cautious when the day came, but other than that, I would try to experience the best of life while I was still here. “I have time,” “I can do it later” these are all phrases I use, but if I know my time is short, I will be more tempted to do it.
Of course, I can’t for sure say how I would act. I know how I would hope to move. I assume that I will probably act the complete opposite of how I hope to simply because I have a habit of contradicting myself and not knowing it. Regardless of how I do act, after thinking about this, I am more motivated to do the things I was scared to do. One day I will go, but I’m trying to live a better life that I will be happy about when it is time to go.
Yaneana L.