Today while I was watching Joe Black I remembered the day my best friend got married. I've known her for all my life, but that day while I was looking at her wearing that white dress, getting married to a man with whom she had had anything but a steady relationship(...and everytime they broke up she would come to me & tell me that it was for the last time), a weird thought popped up in my mind: Would that ever be me? Would I, dressed in white, undergo the same silly religious ceremony one day?
Up to a certain age I considered that a part of' any adult's life. To my mind, marriage was as natural as the fact that my birthday comes once year, and as clear and certain as the night-day cycle. Of course, things changed once I realised I myself have become an adult sometime in the process of living.
....but going back to Joe Black, the next thing that came to my mind was the fact that while I can't tell whether I 'll get married, have children, live in a fancy house, get a promotion(or any of the things most people pursue), I can tell for sure that one day I'll die, too!
Now, I'm not depressed and I'm not in a morbidly contemplative mood, but from where I'm standing, the only thing related to my life that I'm sure about is that I will die one day, near or far. It's death, rather than marriage, that's natural and clear! I, for one, am really curious about the way I'll die, 'cause I really think it's quite an experience and I'm already sorry I won't be able to write a blog about it! :))
So, finally, why are some people afraid of death?
