A Fate Worse Than Death | WE-123

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This blog post is a response to one of the questions from the 123rd week of the weekend engagement concept;

Is there something worse than dying? What is it and why do you feel it is worse? Explain your answer.

Different answers to this question crossed my mind while I was thinking of the right way to create this post. I think a bunch of things are worse than dying, most of which I cannot relate to but I imagine that experiencing these things may bring a lot more agony than death would.

Most of my theories were based on things I've read and seen in movies. Things like; reliving your worst nightmares day after day without a means of escape, being in so much agony that you desperately wish for death and even pray for it but it doesn’t come, or those situations where survivor's guilt slowly eats one away and leaves them wishing to not have survived in the first place.

To me, all these are fictional, hypothetical situations. I understand and respect that it may not be so for everyone so I have decided to write my response based on what is very real to me and what I think every living person besides myself can undoubtedly relate to.

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The thing that scares me more than death itself is it’s unpredictability. It’s not exactly a fate like the title says lol but it’ll do.

The fact that I can just randomly drop dead scares the shit out of me. It makes me wonder a lot of things, makes me picture a lot of “what if” situations and not all of them are nice.

I’m almost always torn between living in the moment, scared that the grim reaper will come knocking the next second and thinking of the future, lingering on the hope that I may actually live a long life where I can achieve everything I want to before I bite the dust.

Doesn’t the possibility of futility in everything you’ve worked so hard for cross your mind? You put in the work everyday non-stop and it suddenly hits you and you ask yourself “what’s the point?”.

We low-key go about our lives hoping that everyday we live isn’t our turn to leave. I picture this to be very similar to the situation with soldiers fighting on the battlefield. The bullets and arrows are raining down heavily but you just push on hoping none will fly in your direction while mourning your comrades who were unfortunate enough to get hit when they did.

We all know the saying, “As long as there’s life, there’s hope”, but is there though? Is constantly keeping your fingers crossed that you won’t be carted off in a bodybag before “your time” hopeful? I don’t think living in constant fear of the unknown is hopeful lol, I really don’t think so.

I’d honestly rather live my life without having to worry about the shadow of death constantly hovering. Ignorance sure is bliss even though we haven’t been afforded the luxury in this case. I know my life won’t have been much different if I weren’t aware of the existence of sudden death but l’d have had one less thing to worry about. And in comparison to my life now, it would’ve been one long-ass phew!😮‍💨 moment.

_{Please leave your thoughts in the comments. I’d like to know if you can relate to this or if you feel differently about it😊}

Thanks a lot for your time!🥰