Our Time is Running Out

November 20, 2009

I’ve been pondering death and the prospect of dying quite a bit lately.

It’s a very strange moment when you realise your own mortality. How is that we go through life without really thinking about it, or at the very least, fixating on it? It’s a pretty big fucking deal!

I was 16 when it first dawned on me that I was actually going to die. It was a strange thing to realise, I wasn’t scared or anything, just baffled that I hadn’t realised it sooner, how could it have taken me so long to pay attention to this detail of my (after) life when it’s one of the only certainties in life?!

 

 

The prospect of death bothers me most when I think of my loved ones, on the rare occasions when I fight/get mad at someone I always try to make things right straight away, imagine if they died and I had said something hurtful to them?! That’s one of my worst nightmares! I also keep all of my voicemails from friends and family, that way, if they die then I will always be able to hear their voices.

Sorry if this post has depressed you, it wasn’t my intention – I’m being philosophical rather than morbid, and I’m really wondering if anyone thinks about death like I do? Am I just a sicko? Or a realist?

What are your thoughts on death, dying and taxes?

xx

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