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Bret Fuller, 1973-2008 RIP -- Invitation to Write #79

For Writers:

I can't believe I'm dead.

When I was alive, if I ever thought about living, I assume I just thought I would reach old age. Sometimes I would joke about dying at 33, like Alexander the Great and Jesus. That would have been sexy. But to die at 35? There's no glory in that.

Everyone wants to live the to see their children graduate from school, to marry, to have the first grandchild. Somehow to die early is to feel slighted from what we feel entitled to.

On the other hand, think of how many old people just live on and on, without the peace that comes from death. Put them in a room, visit them a few times a year. Waiting. Life over, but living on.

For some people, God forgot to include an off switch.

What is the perfect age to die? Are there specific events that you want to experience before dying? Are there specific things you want to accomplish? If so, why?

"To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?" -- Socrates


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