(No, I'm not emo. It's a piece I wrote for my Writer's Craft class with the theme of 'Death'.)
To die is different from what anyone supposed...
No one knows when he or she will die
What makes it hard to live are the fears;
The fears that stop us from during what we want,
What we want to accomplish...
It makes death all the more scary, more frightening.
Suppose we die now.
Do we have regrets?
Regrets of not being able to reach your goal?
Regrets of not taking advantage of those
once-in-a-lifetime opportunities?
To die is different from what anyone supposed...
Because to die has a different meaning for each person.
To die... is a mystery.
