When I was in seventh grade, I gave a speech in class on this topic: “Enjoy life, do not fear death”. Until now, I can vividly remember my teacher nodding in agreement almost all throughout my spiel. My classmates were so quiet that you could hear a pin or a bead of sweat drop.
I can’t recall much of what I said back then. What I do remember is saying that we should make the most of our lives, and not be afraid of death, because it is a gateway to a different kind of life. It is not the end, but the beginning of something new.
Now, I don’t think I can say those words with much conviction. I have to admit that death is something that freaks me out like an unwanted pimple on a date night. It’s not so much about the pain of death, but the fact that I’ll be leaving behind my daughter and the other people dearest to me. Thinking about my departure from this world leaves me with a heavy heart and an uneasy stomach.
I have this tendency to get attached to people I meet. This is probably one of the reasons I spend some of my free time scouring the net for people I have lost touch with. Some of them, I can’t find on Facebook, so I’ve started searching on this “people search engine” called MyLife.com which helps you find long lost friends, lovers or co-workers. It feels refreshing to be able to connect with old friends.
The Beatles’ song, In My Life now plays in my head. I continue to reflect on my life and the people I’ve met. I loved them all… I love them all…