What would you do if you found out you only had one more day to live? Who would you see? What would you say? How would you spend the time you had left?
Tough questions, I know. Impossible to answer, to even comprehend, unless you have to face it. Luckily, most people will never have to face that news. But again, it begs the question, would you want to know? If you only had a day, a week, a month to live, would you want to know? Would it change the way you lived your life? Undoubtedly, it would. Or would you want to be in the dark, oblivious, sheltered, and then bam; it’s over?
I don’t know about you, but to me, it’s sort of a double-edged sword. Knowing means that you can do a few final things, as heart breaking as they may be, at least you have a sense of closure. But knowing also comes with the paranoia. Will this be my last breath? How about this one? Will it hurt? Will I be afraid? What will happen next? What would have happened?