I have always figured that I will die young ever since I was in 5th grade. I did not choose to foresee my life that way but honestly, I cannot dream beyond the years. I cannot see myself growing old with a future husband, taking care of the kids, and having a successful career. My eyes only look at dreams and fantasy, not reality.
As my age increases, I feel like I'm walking closer towards death...and a life where there is no more pain and sorrow. I...am not afraid of dying. I am just so scared not living my life meaningfully. I am scared of leaving my loved ones. I am scared of not leaving even just a tiny mark in this world. Will they remember me? Will I remain in their hearts?
Dear readers, I don't have a death wish, okay? :) I just want you to know that while there are men who are like Voldemort, there are men who accept that every line, even the silver ones, has an end.
So while I am still alive and kicking, I resolve to wash away the negative emotions as quickly as possible and focus on the positive ones. Life is too short for one to resent, to get angry, to be sad, and not to love.
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