Sunday, July 19, 2009
"I might die right now. "
The thought doesn't stem from any sort of depression, sadness, anger, or woe. The thought is just me facing reality.
I might loose control of my car... and die.
I might be struck by lightning... and die.
I might get something caught in my throat... and die.
I might be trampled by a herd of cows... and die.
I might just be in the wrong place at the wrong time... and die.
Whenever I start thinking about my mortality, I ask myself: "Would I be o.k. if I died right now?"
I don't mean this in a literal sense; my body would be dead and I wouldn't have the rest of my life to live. So no, obviously I would not be o.k.
The question is more of a check in: "Am I content with my life up until now?"
When the answer is "yes" my muscles relax and all worries just kinda melt away. I take a second to smile at death. Sometimes I even whisper "bring it on."
He hasn't so far.
Posted by Scotty