I think we all go through this one in a while.
I've seen my fair share of death, both peaceful and not-so-peaceful, and the thought of death, me no longer going on, doesn't really bother me.
Saying that, I still have an occasional thought pop up randomly in the back of my mind and propelled to the front that states, "Hey, this is it. One day you won't be here!"
And, for a couple of hours, the thought of mortality is on my mind.
But, having seen what I've seen, I prefer to think about living as much as I can. Going out an having new experiences (some of which my father tells me will kill me one day).
It's an old cliché' but if you spend all your time thinking about dying, you'll forget to live.
If it's any consolations, we'll all get a kind of resurrection when the zombie apocalypse happens, anyway.
I've seen my fair share of death, both peaceful and not-so-peaceful, and the thought of death, me no longer going on, doesn't really bother me.
Saying that, I still have an occasional thought pop up randomly in the back of my mind and propelled to the front that states, "Hey, this is it. One day you won't be here!"
And, for a couple of hours, the thought of mortality is on my mind.
But, having seen what I've seen, I prefer to think about living as much as I can. Going out an having new experiences (some of which my father tells me will kill me one day).
It's an old cliché' but if you spend all your time thinking about dying, you'll forget to live.
If it's any consolations, we'll all get a kind of resurrection when the zombie apocalypse happens, anyway.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
