Ever thought what if you knew when you were going to die? Even if it was said that it would take 15 years, wont you count the days, the weeks and each Sunday passing?
And what if it was said that it would be 5-6 months? What would you count? Or would you stop counting? Wont you see your death lurking just around the corner? Obviously, you will. But more than seeing, it is a matter of feeling. Many of us, with their bravo, can say that it wont even tarnish the shine of their hopes. But those who say, just try being at that place for real. You still have your hopes high, all dreams still standing? Dreams of love, of friendship and hopes of those dreams?
Will you chersih every remaigning moment or will spend it mourning? Will every passing day remind you of upcoming end or will it be beautiful memory of wonderfully spent time?
Who knows?
Couple it with constant pains and tears. What if you spit out blood everyday and can't even breathe proerly? What if your body is cut open 3 times already and you take 100 pills and injections everyday? What if all you feel all the time, in every moment, is pain?
And then what when people who once cared about you, become so non-chalant towards you that it doesnt matter to them that what happens to you?
Is it a nightmare I am drawing? Probably not. Just my two cents on this eternal topic.
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