Since my life has been a series of minor events changing me in minor ways, I couldn’t
choose any of them, since you obviously requested a big event. So I had to come up
with something original. First, I wanted to write about my birth, but apparently,
someone beat me too it, so I thought and thought, and still couldn’t think of a
life-changing event. But then it hit me: What if I write about a life-changing event that
hasn’t happened yet: My Death.
I always imagined my death as something that, by that age and mental state, I would
look forward too as you can look forward to sleeping. A time where you wouldn’t care
who was around you, because you could only see yourself, and what you had achieved.
A time of perfect harmony, because there can’t be unrest with only one. A death
without a single thought.
But of course, there is always the other possibility. A violent restless death, like
drowning in lava, or falling off a cliff. If this were to happen my last moments would feel
free and alive, instead of the imprisoning harmony of a peaceful death. But on the other
side, there would be the pain of such a death.
Now that I think about it for a longer time, I would like something in the middle, a death
that would keep me alive until the very last second, but where that last second isn’t one
of agony. And most importantly; A death that is far away.
I hope you enjoyed this story, even though it was different from what you are used to.
