Nevergirl’s

I don’t think about dying at 10 in the evening, gaaahd no! At 10, I’m up and about, snacking and movie marathoning… and the fact that I just made up a verb to describe what I do should clue you in that I’m never up to any good in the evenings. But today, I thought about a classmate who died, how beautiful, smart, and funny she had been, and all of a sudden, it made sense to start thinking about life insurance rates at 10pm.

In life, you’re only sure of one thing. You are born alone, and it’s also possible you’ll die alone.

I hope no one ever has to die alone. That would be too sad for words. But yep, that’s pretty much the only fixed variables we all have in common – coming into being, dying, and making use of the time that comes in between. It’s not so bad. We don’t have a say over how we’ll die but we can choose how we’ll go. This reminds me of a prayer Antonio Banderas uttered in 13th Warrior. He said, “Merciful Father, I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well.”

Mind you, he said that with darkly lined eyes that bespoke of eyeliner skills much better than mine. I believe him and so today, I make this promise to myself: from this day onward, I will live the days that follow well.

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