Demise

I do not want death. I also do not like death. Death is an end, I can not die...yet. Far too much to do. So much left to be done. One must accept death, but not embrace it. Think of it as an end to your favorite movie. You know its coming, but you want to put in as much and feel as much as you can before the credits roll. I have accepted death long ago as my mortality has been tested on multiple occasions. Am I mortal? Maybe so...but I live a life of immortality. My time has not come yet, I knew it had not come then nor do I see it coming in the near future. They say what does not kill you makes you stronger, maybe so, but in what way? That is an aspect people often forget. An aspect almost as important as surviving itself. If you are spared the reaper what then? Many people are instilled with this sense of purpose after their ordeals. That works for some. Whatever gets you up in the morning. But consider this: If one needs an excuse to get up in the morning, then was that day lived for you, or someone else?

Perhaps you are confused, I do not fear death. When I say I do not like death, that is not me saying I am afraid of death. Death is more of an obstacle. Im just trying to hit the 3 before the buzzer.