Death strikes with some knowing when, while most often, many do not know when they’ll pass on.

If you’re guessing some close relative of mine passed away recently…nope. If you’re guessing I’m like in depression or whatsoever shit, nope please -.-

I simply had the thought of “What if I die?” /finds wood to touch/

And this quick thought soon manifested into many impossibly deep questions piling up in my mind: “What happens after death?”, “Where will I go?”, “Will I be alone?”, “What’s the true meaning of eternity?”, …

Clearly, I had to start somewhere so…GOOGLE. yes.

Then there’s http://www.truthaboutdeath.com and I got so carried away reading all that information that I forgot about Math lol.

“Maybe, according to a train of thought that has grown in popularity since the 19th century, life is nothing more than a biochemical accident, and death brings with it a never-ending state of nothingness.”

Then I wondered to myself, when is the last time that I thought about ‘nothingness’…hmmm, besides that superficial grasp on ‘nothingness’ as in the echoing hollowness of my brains when they get fried under exam stress, err..I don’t think I’ve felt/experience REAL nothingness ever?

If you’re wondering if I will be in such a state of shocked so much so that I’ll suffer a heart-attack and die a few-seconds-early death when I’m told that I was dying, YES OF COURSE I’M AFRAID OF DEATH. Yea yeah “…the more essential question is rather how to approach the grand failure, how to face it and embrace it and own it — something we have yet to learn to do well” sounds familiar? Well, EXCUSE YOU, learn to do well? It is innate in all mankind to fear biological death, I don’t see myself embracing death as much as I would embrace a newborn anyway. The thought of leaving my family, friends, Exparia, home, etc.  for ever and ever into an abyss of nothingness (?!) just sends shivers down my spine.

Yes, death strikes without warning; and sadly, we don’t live in the magical realm, so nobody’s the Master of Death. Sorry Potterheads.

No one is promised tomorrow. The only thing we can count on is today.

From death, or rather, the fear of death, we should instead learn (not learn to do well and own death…) to enjoy what we are currently bestowed with, as life is beautiful.

Life is a precious gift we are unable to recreate once it’s gone. The truth about death lays plain like the harshness of the grave … but also the true beauty of the life we already have.

Yup, so live life to the fullest with few regrets. And of course I’m trying really hard to appreciate every nook and cranny of life even the parts that doesn’t seem so bright.

Few more hours and I’ll be 18! I was born in the wee hours of that Tuesday #justsaying. But I’ll try not to view it as another year closer to death, rather, a number to remind myself how much I’ve thoroughly  enjoyed through my holiday on Earth. And, the only present I’m dying to live for is the gift of today.

Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That’s why it is called the present.

Back to math, ta-ta!