Dying is not scary.
It’s almost like we’ve been prepared for it, our whole lives.
But it was very sad. I didn’t want to go.
I love my life.
And that sadnesss really frames in one thought, which is: I only wish for one
thing.
And I regretted the time I wasted in things that did not matter with people
that mattered.
I no longer try to be right.
I choose to be happy.