Death

Death is like this flashing hot, painful contradiction, of an ugly pain and beautiful release. A calm frenzy of fleeting life and a painful battle to keep it. And in these contradictions lies truth and pure emotion. Dying will bring hope back into your body and feed you with ways of giving up and accepting fate. No matter how you may feel dying is in the back of your mind telling you you're done. And when you come to accept this fate the only one there is you lose that flashing hot pain, replaced with a flashing white light, and the feeling of comfort and release. Death is like this, warm and comforting. Embrace it and it treats you with mercy, fight it and it is ruthless. Death is like this in its most basic form: inevitable. So, accept that one day you will die and that for the most part, you can control how and when. But always know that you can’t avoid it forever. This is what death is like.

My problem is not that I haven’t accepted death, because I have more so than anyone, it’s that despite already embracing death I still want to do more, I want to be remembered and I can’t do that dead. Although I wish I’d haven't written enough in the present that in the future I can be remembered for it and finally feel death's warm embrace.