Kymberley
I perfected 'BITCHYNESS'
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Imagine...Knowing how and when you are going to die.
This is not a thread pro or anti anything. Just a few thoughts that I have had for years regarding someone's date with destiny: death.
Imagine having a calendar on your wall with a big red circle around a date like most people do for appointments they are trying to remember. On that date, you have a time written on it.
Imagine knowing that as each sunset marks the end of another one of those squares on your calendar, that somewhere in the world outside your date book, people are looking at that same sunset with a loved one holding them tightly in their arms.
Wake up each day and see that another square is being used up in those squares that prelude the date with the big red circle. While you are staring at your calendar knowing that the big red "appointment" is getting closer. Somewhere else in the world on that same morning is starting that same square with hope for the future and has just given birth to a new life.
You look at that big red circle and think about all the people in your life and how they will be affected by that square on the calendar for the rest of their life. But, in the world, only those who are aware of your presence know what that square means to you. The rest of the world is oblivious to you and your date.
The people going to work each day and adding their appointments to their own desktop calendars with the cute little witty comments at the bottom of their pages, simply go to the supply closet and get a new year to refill their holder with. Your calendar becomes trash on that day.
Think about knowing that when that day comes, life is over. No more sunsets, or births of babies, or rainstorms, or heartbeats, or breaths. It all just stops at that time on the calendar.
Mortality! That has got to be the biggest realization you have ever faced. Not knowing when you were going to die allows you to think and dream and wonder about the days to come.
Imagine laying there night after night and thinking about how many people are so completely unaware of your calendar. Do you grow angry with the knowledge that you mean nothing to so many? Do you wonder how so many can be unconcerned with your date?
Looking at the clock and watching as the second hand shortens your life with every tick.
I can't imagine knowing when and how I am going to die. Imagine that for a few minutes.
That to me is somewhat more tormenting than being allowed to lay in the same room for years to come, knowing this will be the last place you see when you finally die, but still not knowing when that death will come, or by what means your life will be taken.
This is not a thread pro or anti anything. Just a few thoughts that I have had for years regarding someone's date with destiny: death.
Imagine having a calendar on your wall with a big red circle around a date like most people do for appointments they are trying to remember. On that date, you have a time written on it.
Imagine knowing that as each sunset marks the end of another one of those squares on your calendar, that somewhere in the world outside your date book, people are looking at that same sunset with a loved one holding them tightly in their arms.
Wake up each day and see that another square is being used up in those squares that prelude the date with the big red circle. While you are staring at your calendar knowing that the big red "appointment" is getting closer. Somewhere else in the world on that same morning is starting that same square with hope for the future and has just given birth to a new life.
You look at that big red circle and think about all the people in your life and how they will be affected by that square on the calendar for the rest of their life. But, in the world, only those who are aware of your presence know what that square means to you. The rest of the world is oblivious to you and your date.
The people going to work each day and adding their appointments to their own desktop calendars with the cute little witty comments at the bottom of their pages, simply go to the supply closet and get a new year to refill their holder with. Your calendar becomes trash on that day.
Think about knowing that when that day comes, life is over. No more sunsets, or births of babies, or rainstorms, or heartbeats, or breaths. It all just stops at that time on the calendar.
Mortality! That has got to be the biggest realization you have ever faced. Not knowing when you were going to die allows you to think and dream and wonder about the days to come.
Imagine laying there night after night and thinking about how many people are so completely unaware of your calendar. Do you grow angry with the knowledge that you mean nothing to so many? Do you wonder how so many can be unconcerned with your date?
Looking at the clock and watching as the second hand shortens your life with every tick.
I can't imagine knowing when and how I am going to die. Imagine that for a few minutes.
That to me is somewhat more tormenting than being allowed to lay in the same room for years to come, knowing this will be the last place you see when you finally die, but still not knowing when that death will come, or by what means your life will be taken.
