It’s Crazy To Think That Everyone (Except Me) Is Going To Die Someday
Death just isn’t for me.
It’s crazy to think that, one day, everyone in my life will be dead and gone. Everyone I’ve ever loved or cared about. Gone. Everyone I didn’t necessarily love or particularly care about, but who I would say hi to in passing and maybe even think, “I should hang out with that person more often,” but then never would. Gone.
It’s a hard fact of life that, at some point or another, Time comes for us all. Well, everyone except for me, that is. Because I’m not going to die. Yep. I’m just going to go on living forever. Like a tortoise. Except a tortoise that never dies. So maybe not so much like a tortoise.
You can call me delusional all you want. You can even accuse me of being willfully blind to my unavoidable finite nature as a human being because I’m too afraid that once I let the thought enter my mind, I’ll never be able to get it out, and I’ll just go around contemplating my eventual — and, in the grand scheme of things, relatively imminent — demise. Trust me, I’ve heard it all before, and I’ll surely hear it for many centuries to come.
The truth is, death just isn’t for me. Only for you and everyone else. Which is sad. Not “me dying” sad, mind you, but still quite sad. I try not to think about it too much. I…
