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Death


Some may call it psychotic, but there are days when I truly wonder what it would be like to be dying. Where I try to think about what my last few seconds would be like before my heart would finally stop beating and my last breath is taken. In those very last few moments in our lives, I can’t even begin to imagine what thoughts would be rushing through my head and what combination of emotions I would be feeling inside.

Would my life flash before my eyes like what all those movies and novels have made me believe? Would I be unsatisfied with the life that I have lived and feel regretful of the risks not taken and the dreams I was unable to achieve?

Or would I finally realize the accomplishments that I have made and accept that the life that I lived wasn’t as bad as I originally thought.  Which faces from my past will pop into my head and who will my heart yearn for to say that last goodbye and “I love you” too?

Will I be more scared of death, more saddened to be leaving my friends and family, glad that I don’t have face the tragedies and hardships of life anymore, or accepting that my time has finally come?


When the end is finally near, I wonder how worried I will be about whether I will be going to heaven or hell? Maybe I will believe that I’ll come back as a ghost that wanders this world that I was once a part of. Or my belief may be that once my life is over, it will be truly the end and nothing else will happen afterwards.

As much as death terrifies me, it intrigues me just the same. It’s an experience that we all have to face one day that I don’t believe anyone of us can truly be prepared for.

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