So, recently my Kindle crashed, and I lost like three years of data, because I had to reset it. I was thinking...if fixing a problem was as easy as resetting, why didn't we reset our lives? Then I remembered we'd forget everything...and then it occurred to me.
Death was our reset button.
And our reset was inevitable.
It was a weird revelation actually.
So, death is a part off our life, ironically. We can't avoid it, and we don't know when it appears from the shadows but it's there.
Our 'reset' can be natural or forced. Which takes us back to the chapter on 'Suicide'.
Death is something that can break the strongest person down to the bare shell of themselves. It doesn't care who you are or what you do. It doesn't care how old you are. You could be as old as th mountains or a just born baby.
Hell, Death doesn't even care if you've been born or not.
Live life like it's the last, cause it could very well be.
Have no regrets, that's not a life well lived.
Be adventurous and curious. Don't stick to routine.
Life is too short for tears of sadness, bad friends and bad coffee.
“And because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me." ~ Emily Dickenson.
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