Today I picked up The fault in our Stars and began reading it from a random page. As I was reading, I imagined myself in the characters’ position, as you do. I imagined what it would be like to have a disease which kills you not only physically but also mentally. What it would be like to be a Grenade as Hazel puts it in the book.
It would be heart-breaking and scary, no doubt about it. I am not one of those weirdoes who wish to be Hazel Grace because it’s oh so romantic. But I still imagined what I would do if I come to know today that my days are numbered (Which practically speaking, they already are because I am not going to live for an infinite number of days)
And thus began my mental checklist of what I would do and what I should do if I have few months of life left. Midway through this discussion I asked myself, “Why don’t I do these things now? Why do I have to wait for a deadline before I start doing things I want to?”