People always look forward to the end of everything. The end of a working day, the end of a working week, the end of a project, the end of the year. But as we wish for time to move faster to the end of all these, we are also indirectly looking forward to the end of life.
Actually, I kinda look forward to the end of life in some way. (I’m not committing suicide don’t worry.) It’s just that I’ve always wondered about death in the most curious way. What would it feel like? Will it be just dark nothingness or will your soul leave your body and an afterlife continues? I choose to believe the latter.
They always say things like treasure every single day, live life to the fullest, etc, but the truth is – there will never be a better time to die. We all will have unfinished business regardless of our age; we all can never say our goodbyes soon enough; we all can never appreciate our loved ones enough; we all will have our regrets.
I know I am someone who constantly tries to save stuffs for the future or good days. Like I am thrifty because I wish to enjoy more in my older years; like I hold off giving a gift to someone until there’s an occasion; like I keep wanting to write this post but I don’t get to it. Hahaha nay that’s just pure procrastination, but you get the drift.
When I die, don’t be sad for me because I believe it’s not the end of life, it’s the beginning of an adventure. Whether it’s having my tongue cut off, burning in hell, or having the ability to pass through walls and coming back to haunt you, I still look forward to it.
People who will be at my funeral (and not play mahjong), I love you.