Fearing death

Do you ever find yourself wondering whether or not you should be scared of death? Not so much dying as death itself. There’s a difference and you should know what it is: one is the process, unless you’re gone instantly while the other is what all people seem to dread.

Why? What’s so horrifying about no longer living?

Nothing, but your mind wants you to think so. I sometimes think that people underestimate what God has given them. This life isn’t something that can be done over and it’s not mistake-free. There will be idiotic moments on your part and you’ll have to live with them for the rest of your life – if you choose to. You could keep living life for what it could be and not what is right now or what you’ve made it up to this moment, yet you instead choose to dwell on the unchangeable: the compilation of failures in your life.

A lifetime is a delicate thing. It’s like a book that the reader wants to stop perusing after one major issue he’s taken with it. People, for one reason or another, don’t like to move on from their mistakes. They like to live with them forever, as if there’s no other future for them and never will be. It’s a shame too since there’s always a bright one that they’re either too pitiful or indolent to choose.

Would you rather live a whole lifetime of ignorance or simply do away with worries and not let them get to you? Why do people constantly think that if there is a single issue with their life, everything is over and must be rewritten? What’s that sudden urge for a drastic change doing in your daily life when it doesn’t need to be there? Why can’t people just move on and either learn from their mistakes or live with them peacefully in a non-interfering manner?

Obviously – and sadly – because that’s not how it works.

As I’ve reiterated multiple times in this article, life is a one-time thing. There’s no second chance for any decision to make because even if a person gives you one, you still made that however-terrible original choice that you’ll have to live with. I don’t care if there’s not a bright side to the situation. Make one. Don’t sit around and do nothing about your poor little life because that’s only going to belittle it all the more.

Oh, and you only living once doesn't give to an excuse to be stupid. You can make all the mistakes you want and waste time crying about them, but that's not going to help you or get you anywhere in the end. Honestly, you're wasting your time doing any of this stuff. Don't get involved in drama either unless it looks slightly entertaining, in which case most definitely do.

I hate it when people say that they aren’t satisfied with “the way things have turned out”. Well, I’m sorry folks, but it doesn’t work the way you want it to. You can try to help it along all you want, but in the end you still don’t control fate or the overall outcome of your entire life.

I don’t want to live forever. I don’t care if I die at age 19. It doesn’t bother me because as long as I live every day with the intention of making it the most amazing yet, there’s no reason to fear death. There’s no manner in which I’d prefer to die. There’s no solution to the problem of “what will make me happy forever?” I’d suggest, to all you who are sans religion and even those who aren’t to simply treat people in the best manner you possibly could and live every single day taking risks as if it were the last day you’d ever live. Cliché as it be, it’s true. There will never be any better solution to living a fulfilling life unless you want to go off and find yourself a deity.

So that’s it. I had to jot that down before sleeping this evening and hopefully it wasn’t too audacious or absurd. Maybe it’s just something for me, but I want every day to be one I’m proud of, even if it’s full of stupid regrets. Nothing should ever stop people from living to their full potential.