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Imagine Series: Your deathbed

Imagine Series: Your deathbed

Imagine this: You are on your deathbed RIGHT NOW, eyes closed and lifeless. Yes, you’re dead. What are your thoughts? What’s going on in your head? Do you have any regrets? What are you grateful for? What are you doing now that you think you should not be doing?

What are you not doing now that you think you should be doing? I read somewhere (I honestly forgot where from, I have been looking for the article but still haven’t found it) that you need to make a pact with death and that you have to imagine yourself on your deathbed and think about all the things you are grateful for before your last breath. Beautiful. This changed my perspective on life.

I have spent every single waking hour worrying about all these nonsensical things in life that I have forgotten how to actually live life. My anxiety eats me up day by day that I have forgotten how fragile and fleeting life is. And we do not have much time.

We need to be aware that we are mortals and we will die eventually. We need to be aware that the time we have left is not that much time at all and that we are spending these valuable minutes watching f-ing TikToks and posting on Instagram. What the fck are we doing?

Imagine this: you are reading this right now and you die. Like, right now, dead. Those deadlines will not matter. Your money will not matter. Your social media posts, follows, likes, dislikes, and subscribers will not matter. Your enemies will not matter. Heck, even your loved ones will not be able to do anything about it. And after a few years, you will be talked about, you will be remembered, but you will just be a mere memory to everyone you have shared your life with. Imagine being like me, spending all of your days worrying about shit. Imagine that.

My husband and I argue a lot, and just imagining that I am on my deathbed makes me want to argue less and less each day because I do not want to spend the few years I have left arguing on stupid shit. Who wants that? Who needs that? Not me. And surely, not you.

So here. Let us try to be aware of all of this and start doing SOMETHING in our lives. Smile more, maybe. Argue less, maybe. Heck, even worry less, hopefully. We do not need all this shit in the few years we have in this world. See you!

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