In the midst of the epidemic outbreak I imagined: If you develop symptoms tomorrow, need to be quarantined and not sure whether you'd survive...
Will you worry about that late credit card payment? Losing your job? The well-being of your pets? The errand that needs running? Will you worry about the people worrying about you?
If there's nothing in your isolation except for your phone, who will you call and what will you say?
Are we afraid of dying because of death? Or because we haven't done what we ought to do? Will we have time - and finally courage, to make arrangements for our ageing parents, find our pets a good home, sort out benefitiaries, tell our friends and family how much we love them, declare your feelings to the crush of your life, or to even say goodbye?
I let myself wonder and then I panicked. The worst thing to carry with you when you die is not virus, debt, or pain.
Since most of us can't plan our deaths, does that mean regrets are inevitable? Even though we've all heard the saying, will we ever live today like it's the last?
1 comment:
I think people have a fear of the unknown. Some people fear pain and agony more than death. Some people say if it is sudden it's ok, no suffering can oredi. We just don't want to die before our time, whatever we deem that to be, usually with wrinkly skin and white hair. All this combined leads us to think less than postively about death.
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