It’s just one of those things.
Life and death. You think you’re prepared for it. You think you know what’s to come, and how you’ll deal with it when the time comes.
It’s all a lie, though. No one is ever really prepared for it.
Staring into the face of it, knowing you’re going to die if something isn’t done, it changes you. It makes you realise things you might not have known about yourself.
It makes you realise that you would choose death over slavery. It makes you realise that you would choose the lives of others over your own. It makes you look back at your life and see all your misdeeds anew. It makes you realise what you’ve been missing out on.
It makes you regret not realising sooner. It makes you regret not being able to say anything as it’ll make it harder to let go – to have others let go.
It’s just one of those things. You can’t know what it’s like until you’ve been there. You can’t know what you’ll do until you’re there. But once you’ve been there, it changes you and it’s hard to go back to where you were before.
It’s just one of those things that makes life interesting, right? Right?
Shit. Now what do I do?
Photo by Beth Dooner