Are you afraid to die...

"Are you afraid to die?"

Have you ever been asked that question? Thought about it? Asked it to someone else?
At some point I am sure that everyone has thought about it. Everyone's life will come to an end at some point or another. So it is almost a simple question, but deserves a complex thought to answer honestly.

In my own opinion, I would answer saying that I am not sure. There are so many things I want to have done before my final seconds finally tick away, never to come back.
I want to get married.
Hold my own child in my arms.
Go places.
There is so many things I want and wish to do.

But...I am not afraid to die either. If my time comes it comes. There is nothing I can do if my life clock runs out of time. No matter how much I scream, plead, or cry, if my time is up, it's up. The only thing I am afraid of is not letting myself be heard. Not letting my friends and family know how much they mean to me. Taking the time I have right now, and to make the best of it. Not only with my friends, but also with my family.

When those last seconds come, it is not going to matter how much clothes or shoes I have. It is not going to matter how much money I have or if I have the latest electronic device. It is going to matter how many laughs I've shared, times I've cried, and memories I have made. Those nights, adventures, and memories makers are what really count.

If I take the time I have and do everything I can to make the best of it...when my times comes, I won't be afraid...
I'll be happy that I have lived...not that I've died