Acceptance

Sometimes I think about dying...No, not killing myself, but actually dying. I wonder what it feels like, if you can even feel it. I try to imagine the possibilities. Maybe I'll get hit by a car, or drown--or maybe I'll just slip and fall and hit my head hard enough. And then I wonder when I'll die--old, young, or middle-aged. I wonder if someone would murder me, I wonder why too. I'd murder me. But still, it would be extraordinary to have such knowledge.

Sometimes I think about dying...and I'm okay with it.