The fact that I will grow old and eventually die
That no one knows who will die, when, or how
Like quantum mechanics (?) it was always like this
I just didn’t think about it deeply
I didn’t truly feel it or properly understand it
It was always like this
I have to accept it
I can’t remember being born
I can’t truly feel that I once did not exist
Until the moment of death comes very close, maybe we can’t truly feel that we will die
Like inertia
Since I’ve been alive yesterday, a week ago, and a month ago
I assume I’ll continue living tomorrow, next week, and next month
Then one day, when I truly realize that I too must die
It feels absurd, shocking, sad, and empty
Even though having an end someday is completely natural
I think I’m like that
It feels like days like today will continue forever
But I will keep aging, and someday I will face a moment with no tomorrow
Friends, family, and everyone else won’t stay by my side forever
It’s not something guaranteed
No one knows what will happen or when
So I should cherish the present and recognize its value
I should be grateful for today, for this moment
And live earnestly
(This reminds me of “GOGOTOHell! – Death Is Not Something Sad”)
