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Death

When you feel death come towards you, fast, really really fast, what do you do? Do you shut down? Do you give up and wait hopelessly?

Or do you start living with a new found urgency, packing everything you can into the last few days, hours minutes? And if you do, what do you fill them with? With last minute wishes? With apologies, last words, goodbyes? With travel, with books, with movies? With new things, with old things?

If someone told you, you were going to die, would you change how you lived your life? Would you have loved more, lived more? Would you have taken more vacations, danced more? Would you write that book, with all its truth? Would you have called the people that disappeared? Would you have done something different?

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  1. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 10:29

    Do you remember Randy Pausch's "Last Lecture?" That's the best rendition I have come across - that goes to the core of your question(s).

    The answer is so specific to who "you" in your question is. Watch "My Life" with Michael Keaton and Nicole Kidman, and you get the picture. If the "you" is ME specifically... I'd be facing the BIGGEST CONFLICT of my life in my mind.

    Anonymous-no-Longer

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  2. Zoya Brar7 July 2013 at 10:42

    What would be the conflict

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  3. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 11:07

    Conflict resolved... it took one simple conversation. I know what I will do: take the mask of anonymity COMPLETELY off.

    (not completely) Anonymous-no-Longer

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  4. Zoya Brar7 July 2013 at 11:17

    I am not sure I understand at all

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  5. Anonymous7 July 2013 at 19:25

    And you think YOUR blogs are understandable? Look who is talking ;-)

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  6. Sunita7 October 2013 at 01:41

    not so bad Zoya - just look at the obituaries a bit more carefully and have a fair idea of what mine 'should' look like! -;)

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