When I’m moments before death, will I think of memories long past? What will I feel? I wonder?
When I see how I've spent my time on this lonely little planet, what will I regret?
Never jumping out of that plane, never saying how I feel, not loving the ones I should. How will I feel?
Will I miss the snowflake’s sweet kiss, or the warm breath of spring?
Maybe it’ll be the chill of an autumn breeze, or the lash of the summer’s heat, maybe that’s what I’ll miss.
The dark thoughts of what lies ahead, the future no mortal can resist, that is what enthralls me.
I, who knows not of the wonder, that most think horrifying, see an opportunity for a new adventure that should be longed for, not spurned.
Since falling into the dark void is inevitable, why bother fretting over it now?
There are those who fear him, Death, so fiercely that they hide in a safe little corner and wait.
A ninety-year-old on the brink of death who has hidden in the shadows her entire life will die and not have ever lived, entirely regretting it all, but a three-year-old, who has found joy in the world around her, could die happy and fulfilled.
It’s not what I’ve done with my life so far, it’s what I do with what I have left that counts.
I want to live my life to the fullest, try new things, find love, be successful, travel the world, live how and where I want to, laugh when I want to cry.
If I love, then I want to love hard, if I cry then I’m going to listen to some music to make me smile.
I want to live free, and die free. I want to be able to trust anyone I meet. I want to run through long grass, just to say I did it. I want to swim the English Channel, just to see if I can do it. I want to do so many things before I die. I think that it might not be possible with one life.
I don’t want to die, but I am not afraid of it anymore. I've made my peace with Death. I think that it might be like a dream of a dream. I don’t like pain so I would rather go in my sleep, or an explosion, something fast and not painful.
I have a few ideas of what death could be like, a black void that goes about sucking everything in and never stopping, or a dream that never ends, or maybe I’ll go to a beautiful place. Who knows, I don’t, and won’t until I meet Death myself.
I would prefer a never ending dream because, even if it’s a nightmare, it could change any moment and it would be an adrenalin rushing dream. That sounds good to me, but I would still like to be reincarnated, one life isn’t enough.
I would probably be quite scared if, when I died, everything was swallowed by blackness. To not see anything would scare me greatly, to not know what was around me, that would be horrifying!
What does Death bring? What does life give? What do either take? Will I ever know those answers? I just don’t know and might never know. There are questions that people think are so important, such as, “What is the meaning of life.” but people just don’t need to know that, or they would.
I think that it’s the little things that are important, “What are you doing today? What does a rock mean? Where do trees come from?” the little questions people ask as they grow.
Why does everyone always worry about what lies ahead, when they have so much left of life to live? Why must I live for god? Just so that I can be happy after I die. No I’m going to be happy NOW! I am going to live NOW! I’m going to die LATER!!!
I’m not going to worry about meeting my maker. I’m going to make the most of what I have now. That’s what I have always done, and I must keep doing it.
Curve balls will always be thrown at me in life, but I must be able to overcome them each and every time they’re thrown.
No matter how old I am, I’ll keep breathing in the fresh air, and let out all the horrible things that I may feel.