A Morbid Would You Rather

Would you rather know how you would die or when you would die?

Definitely, the answer is when you would die. At least that's my opinion. It should be yours too.

I've had this discussion with a few friends before. A sort of would you rather, morbid as it might sound.

You see, if you only knew when you were going to die, you wouldn't be so afraid. Perhaps, let's say you'll die in fifty years. Well there you go. A timer for your bucket list. A bit of a macabre thought but something like knowing how you would die is a lot worse.

Imagine it was in a car crash or a plane crash. You would simply never want to get into a plane or car, unless you were insane or suicidal. And let's say you've lived your entire life basing everything on how you would die. Now that's a bit depressing. A lot more depressing than knowing when you'll die.

You'll never want to get in a plane or a car. And then after living a life of disabling yourself from the worlds greatest transportation services, a plane crash lands on your home or a car crashes into you at a hundred miles an hour at your local Denny's. Not something so great.

Of course, all this is under the assumption that no matter what, you cannot change or alter how you would die in the slightest.

Well then, why not just continue living life. Not caring about how you die. But at the very same time, would you be able to? Would the thought of death not always be in the back of your head while driving or flying to Hawaii on a vacation? What about if you were in a car with your lover? Your daughter? What about your mom or dad?

This is why knowing when you'll die is just so much more convenient. Nothing stops you from living life to its fullest. Only caveat to this rule is if you die in say… thirty seconds. That would absolutely be a downer, to say the least.

But.

If for example, you choose how you'll die.

What happens when it says 'suicide?'.

Simply don't kill your self. Yeah, no. Anything that the magic says you'll die to will come true.

And what would you tell you're loved ones? Would you lie and say, 'Oh yea I die in a rollercoaster accident'.

No. I wouldn't.

I wouldn't even begin to put myself in that situation. I wouldn't be able to lie. That's why I wouldn't choose how I would die.

Just when.

When I die, all the things I would've wanted to do will be done. I'll make sure of it.

Start a family. Get a job. Drive a car, really need to get on that.

Have a child.

That would be good. I'd be happy with that. And on the day I die, I'll be content.

My greatest fear is not doing all those things. To fail in finding love. To fail in achieving my goals.

I wish I would at least try to do those things.

Even if I tried and failed I would still…

I would be unhappy but..

Oh.

It's not as if those things are a goal for me.

They are things I must do. If I'm not able to achieve those things, I would undoubtedly resent myself.

Hate myself.

Well. That's why I would choose when I would die.

It's not really right to say those things are my bucket list. It would be unfair for my family if all they were was a list in my mind. Things I did for myself and not for each other.

I know how I die anyways.

Anyways.

I die in eighty seven years.

A lot of time. I guess I'm happy by the end. Happy enough, at least.

Or maybe I'm very unhappy.

By the time I'll be that old, I'll be over a hundred. Surely I must have done all those things I wanted to do.

Surely I wouldn't torture my self for all that time.

Just living.

I'm sure that I'm sure.

I'm glad to know when.

I already know how.