Ok guys. I need advice. If the following paragraph was on the back of a book, how many of you would read said book:
The thing about death is that it’s only as mysterious as you believe. If you choose not to worry about it, you won’t really be scared of it but if you choose to worry about it and what your life will mean after you’re gone, then it will haunt you until you are forced to face it. My take on it is the former, don’t worry until it’s staring you in the face. Like right now, it’s staring at me but I’m fighting it. You want to know why? Because there are some things in life worth fighting for and what, or rather who, is waiting for me is one of them. Oh right, you don’t know who I’m talking about or who I am. Well, I’ll explain then. Here’s the story of how I, almost, died.