Monday, 5 September 2011
10:59:36 PM (GMT)
I used to fear death.
I used to worry about death.
I used to be scared of the fact that we never know when it is coming.
Things have changed dramatically.
I embrace death.
I accept the spontaneous nature of our end.
I look forward to the sweet release from the pains of this world.
I'm not saying this to be emo, I don't want to die.
I want to live a long, beautiful life with the one I love, get married, have kids and
settle down until I am old.
But we can't control everything.
I have a feeling that I will be around for quite some time.
Intuition, I suppose.
However, if my end comes soon, then I will be at peace with the reality of it all.
If her end comes soon, though, mine will follow shortly thereafter.
I do not worry about her dying, which is an extremely odd way to think, especially if
you know me at all.
I constantly fear for her safety, but I know that if she dies, I will follow.
I will make amends with my friends and family, and leave this world forever.
Our souls will meet, and after finishing our business here in this existence, we will
embark on the next part of our great adventure.
We will never look back.
We are no longer two different people in my opinion, and in many respects, she agrees
I want to live this life with her, I want to see all of the beautiful places, do
exciting things, travel, achieve our goals, have children and watch them repeat the
process as entirely different individuals, but with our guidance and knowledge.
We are going to be great parents.
She is going to be a wonderful wife and mother.
I completely expect all of this to happen, but if the powers that be decide our time
is up, we will leave this world together.
If you are reading this, firefly, I ask you:
Do you love me?
Do you trust me?
Will you follow me?
Will you join me in death?