“I’m fine with my life, how about you?”
We all think about death and whether we believe it or not, we fear on some level. But is there ever a right time to die in life? Is there an appropriate age to pass away. My great-grandmother was shy of her 100th birthday when she died. The average person lives to be 78, so nearly 100 years on this earth is a big deal. But I have a theory when it comes to death. My theory is that people are not more so afraid of death than they are dying young or leaving young children behind. Living a long fulfilling life is important and seeing your children grow is important.
When you are a young child and first learn that you will die some day, there is this fear that sets internally. But you grow to understand that most people die old. That’s until you start to see people around you die at young ages: 30 years old, 25 years old, or even 18 years old. Then you start to cringe at the idea that life could be that short for yourself. You lose someone at that young of an age and then mortality really sets internally. You have fear, but you also have a sense of urgency as well. And what about children; we fear passing and leaving behind a small child or children. As long as the child or children of ours is an adult and can care for themselves, we’re fine.
But the real question I want to ask is how good are you with life thus far? If you had to exit this Earth today, where is your at this moment? Or better yet, as you look over life thus far, can you say it meant something? A lot of people can’t say their lives meant something. The movie All Eyez On Me, the biopic chronicling the life of rapper 2Pac Shakur was recently released. He was killed at the age of only 25, but his name is ingrained in history. How many 25 year olds have a global impact on people that has lasted over 20 years? So it’s not just age, it’s your time spent on this Earth. But what if you didn’t live the life you wanted?
There are so many people who are not living their full life. So if they were to die today, their whole lives were for nothing. What heartache that must be; to live a lifetime and then realize it meant nothing. I guess that’s why people’s belief in God is so strong. Because if you can’t see more with here and now, then maybe there is something for you after. Now when asking myself this question, I am kind of on the fence. Thus far in my life I am living a fulfilling life, but I also have so much I still want to accomplish. I know the ideas in my head I want to cultivate even though no one else does.
In the end, we fear dying so much because we don’t want the end to mean nothing. There is a poor guy somewhere that no one cares about. I live in New York City, and you see it everyday. And when he dies that is it. No one will care and his body will be placed wherever there is room for him, if any. That must feel awful for that person, because I know there are people who love me. And if only those that have little to lose and gain could feel that same love, they would be better off themselves.