I woke up falling. Not falling from my bed but off a cliff. I’m screaming but I can’t seem to hear my own voice. I can see the rocks where I might hit and head and die from the sudden impact.
No. I don’t want to die—at least not yet.
I don’t want to live an unlived life. There are still a lot of things to see; many things to learn; many people to meet.
Now, I’m closer to the rocks. Perhaps, a few more seconds.
And everything turned red—red from my own blood.I wrote this for my Humanities short story. I don’t know why dying was the first thing on my mind. Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of—being unable to live my life to the fullest. But that’s when reality struck you, sometimes, we don’t live the life that we want to have and when we realize this, it’s already too late.
So I’m telling you, right now—Go. Live your life.