THOUGHTS ON MORTALITY
THOUGHTS ON MORTALITY I have always wondered about the end of life, about the end of time, yes, I am a little weird dude sometimes but how can a living, breathing person not think of his own mortality when honestly he is always surrounded by the fear of dying? I recently lost someone close to me. Very close. I lost my grandmother. The memories with her now feels like the faded negatives of the photos you used to click when you were young. Regrets of not spending a little more time always hunts me. Maybe I should have said " I love you" a lot more to her. Maybe I should have held her hands a little longer. Maybe I should have heard her words from her wrinkled lips a lot more than I did. Maybe. Maybe. But it's always going to be a maybe. So now I look at mortality in a different light. I used to fear it a lot, even as a child. What if I died without proposing to this one girl I always used to like in school, I used to think. What if my grandmother just ...