Dying doesn’t really scare me anymore. It used to, but I’ve seen enough of it to know that everyone must go on at some point or another. What scares me is not really getting to fully live, to experience life to the fullest extent possible. As I write this in the very room my dad died in, I can’t help but to remember the events in this room that occurred while he was on his death bed. I was merely a kid back then, with no real clue of the value of life. Sitting beside him and holding his hand, I began to somewhat comprehend the true value of life. I began to understand that this life is the one chance we get on this earth to make an impact, and that it’s up to each and everyone of us to live a life with meaning and purpose.It’s funny how we go through everyday life and rarely take the time to think about the things that truly matter, as we are too busy doing this and that. But then in the end, some of us realize that we spent our whole lives never really living, merely going through the motions.
I don’t want to come to that conclusion at the end of my life. I want to have loved well. I want to have given more than I took. I want to be able to truly say I have no regrets, and that I spent my time here to the fullest extent possible.