Just a thought

I guess I have to live simply because I don’t know how I would want to die. Nothing about it sounds appealing to me. I don’t want to vanish and be instantly forgotten because I made no impact, but I also don’t want to leave people feeling sad or like they want to cry. I don’t want to die a hero, and I don’t want to die a villain. I don’t want people to feel happy, indifferent, or even deeply sad about my passing.

So much of what we do while living determines how we die and what we leave behind. The confusing part is that if I can’t decide how I want to leave this world, then how am I supposed to decide how I want to live in it?

I think, if anything, I would want my death to feel like the ending of Secondhand Lions. A little bit of sadness, but mostly laughter, while people remembered me and the life I lived.

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