To die by your side…
No, I’m not going to continue with “is such a heavenly way to die” because a) I don’t want to die with somebody else’s side just yet and b) I don’t think dying is heavenly at all, in any case. Or maybe when I get to that point in my life, it could be heavenly. We’ll never know.
So why am I posting about “dying” all of a sudden. It’s just that I never really thought of it that much, and I think it’s a good thing. It just means I enjoy living so much that I don’t have time to think of death just yet. However, there’s this book I read about teenagers who are sick of cancer and I couldn’t help but think how lucky I am to not have that kind of disease as of the moment and hopefully ever. I know it’s just a work of fiction but sometimes, most of the time, imagination is the fruit of reality.
If I die before I finish med school, dying will never be heavenly for me. Just saying. It’s true. Because if I die before I fulfill my greatest, biggest, most ambitious ambition ever (so far), I’d be devastated. And that will haunt me after my death. It’ll haunt me in heaven or hell.
I’d be happy to die at a time when I have my Senior Citizen ID and have enjoyed the perks of being an old person — free movies in Robinsons Movie World and discounts on my food at restaurants. I’d be the happiest dead person if I fulfilled my promise to myself to fulfill my silent promise to my loving parents.
It’s really nice to know you have so many years ahead of you, and I hope I don’t get hit by a truck tomorrow.