I do regret rushing this article so much as it speaks from a genuine fear I have developed.
I am scared of the idea of dying. I am scared of losing emotions, feelings, of not being with the ones I love dearly anymore. Death can come in many ways: An abrupt accident, a man-made tragedy… or it could be cancer, or the weight of aging coming to haunt us. The two latter are experiences I have seen first-hand these recent times, which I am sure many of you have also lived through.
The last image of this Phenomenon was taken during an incident which I will avoid to give too much detail about. It was taken during a day that was supposed to be a normal visit to the hospital, a few seconds sufficed to turn a few hours into one of the most agonizing moment of my life. It was there, while I wandered around the waiting room of an ICU that I saw that room. There was something off-putting about it, its intended gentleness, the comfort it aimed to bring to all those who have and are about to learn soul-crushing news about their loved ones.
Death is this brutal and cold fact to which we attempt to attach meanings, with which we try to cope. I don't blame any of us for doing so, in fact, maybe I am wrong, maybe there is something beyond this life, maybe Death has a true meaning. I hope so. There are so many things I regret not saying in this life to those who are now gone.
There are so many experiences I am thankful to have lived, so many people I am happy to know and have to have known. I want to keep loving. I want to help, I want to matter, I want to make my friends laugh, I want to hear shitty music blast through my headphones, I want to live, something I wrongly thought wasn't worth it.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.