“Oh! The places you can go!”
Tuesday, May 22, 2012 || 7:38 PM
Many people fear death.
That's not unusual. After all, who in his sanest mind would allow into their outstretched arms a force greater than himself, out of which there could be no means of escape? Who would voluntarily sprint into a neverending abyss of uncertainty... probably nothingness?
I'm guessing not a lot of people.
And I think, in a frighteningly peculiar way, I'm not like most people.
I don't fear death, but I might, if on my deathbed - and after all the things I did, or at least I think I was able to accomplish - I realize I haven't really done anything to affect change back when I was still capable of doing so.
However, for as long as I know I am continually able to stage a metamorphosis in another's life for the better, then I shan't fear death. For as long as I am assured that people will remember me and live out the life I lived - vicariously, at that - then I shan't fear death. For as long as I know that a part of me - a word I uttered, an art piece I've made, a person I made smile, a thought I imparted - will live on long after I've perished, then I shan't fear death.
After all, with all the world's ephemeral nature, death shouldn't really come off as a surprise to all. It snatches away life, takes away people, obliterates pain, and succumbs it all to eternal oblivion... a cycle that not many people think is natural.
But I think it is.
I don't fear death, because I know that even after mine, life continues. The world won't wait for me. All I have to do is make something that would last. Something I can call mine.