I often wonder how it is I will die. Different scenarios of varying morbidity play to the same tune of inescapable mortality in a picture theatre reserved for the type of people that read the last page of a novel first. The way in which it will happen worries me little. I've seen the car wreck with contorted limbs pierced by claws of metal. Cancer's slow occupation of the body, eating, eating away, day by day by day. I've pictured the bullet of metal hurtling toward the blue as I put my head between my knees and 'brace, brace,brace'. And I've felt the swelling vessels in my head as blood congeals and clots where it shouldn't.
No, it is not so much the way I will die, but death's mutual exclusivity to living that scares me. I'd like to think I was one of those people that could look at the passenger next to them and yell above the terrified screams "no regrets". But I couldn't. I can't. I regret, that is me.
It is any wonder I am terrible flyer.
No Regrets
Edith Piaf
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
All the things
That went wrong
For at last I have learned to be strong
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
For the grief doesn't last
It is gone
I've forgotten the past
And the memories I had
I no longer desire
Both the good and the bad
I have flung in a fire
And I feel in my heart
That the seed has been sown
It is something quite new
It's like nothing I've known
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
All the things that went wrong
For at last I have learned to be strong
No! No regrets
No! I will have no regrets
For the seed that is new
It's the love that is growing for you
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Yes, I've often wondered the same thing myself.
Even though I tend toward the no regrets end of the spectrum, I have to be medicated to fly.
My mantra used to be "no regrets". It still is, but now I realise there are things I should have regretted before I did them, because they caused others to feel regret.
Non, rien de rien.
Non, je ne regrette rien.
High school French class now playing in my head. Merci.
Forget death. Enjoy life to the full!!
Hi Philip, welcome.
I'm trying to heed such advice, I suppose my thoughts sometimes encroach on the living part.
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