Humanity is eternally driven by an inexplicable fear of death. Whereas there is no doubt that death is certain, the prospects of meeting such an eventuality sends cold shivers down our spines; only a few meet there death with brevity. Indeed most yearn for additional time claiming death has come too soon. While we can only speculate on the happenings of the after life, we know for sure we do not want to find out what really happens.
A look at the terminally ill patients in their death bed reveals mixed feelings towards death, while some may be exuding confidence and radiating serenity, others have their faces masked with bouts of confusion, either because they are fearful of the unexpected or because they are yet to make peace with themselves and the world. If I were to be told that I had less than a year to live, my life would undergo a rapid transformation. I would change my thinking, my attitudes towards those around me and I would no doubt forgive those that have wronged me and ask to be forgiven by those that I have crossed.
At the moment, taking a look at my life, it is apparent that it is not in anyway at its best. Many are the times that I am in the wrong, many are the times I disobey the values instilled into me by my parents and many are the times that I go short of the society’s expectations. As students, we take for granted a lot of things, in the assumption that we have every right to behave like we do and expect leniency from the society. I am one of those people. My last days on earth would be to correct the past mistakes and contribute positively to the community around me, no matter how meager such a contribution would be.
Never again would I hit and spill garbage on my way home simply because my favorite team has lost a game. My parents have brought me up and cared for me in the best way that they understand. Though not having plenty, few are the times that I have lacked. That they have made immense sacrifices to attend to my needs cannot be doubted. Despite all this, I cannot particularly say I have been appreciative of their efforts. Rarely do I call them unless it is a fathers’ or a mothers’ day. This is one thing I would like to change.
Not a single day would pass before I call my parents and pass my appreciation and best regards. This would also apply to the ones that I love. I am not a very religious person. Ironically, I have been brought up in a home that emphasized on the essence of attending the church, reading the bible, doing good and avoiding evil. I know all about living a righteous life but I have chosen to ignore and lead my own path unencumbered by traditions and religiosity. Where I may not be able to embrace religion fully, I would ensure that it becomes my guiding light and forsake those things that taint my conscience.
I would quit alcohol and instead donate the money to the orphans; I would stop the occasional puff and hope to advance a quarter of my earnings to organizations that fight cancer. I would ensure that I go back to the church not simply for show or for my religious convictions and the fear of eternal fire but to search for peace and comfort. (Carter 465) Indeed, my last days on earth would be spent doing the things I have taken for granted. I would learn to appreciate my loved ones, my friends and most importantly my parents.
I would quit the bad habits that I have picked such as alcohol and smoking and try being philanthropic for once. I would ensure that I make peace with the society and also with God. This way, as my hour of death clocks in, I would look back and say, “ I may not have been the best son, friend, classmate or colleague, but my last year on earth was worth living. ” Work Cited Carter P. J. Lippincott’s Textbook for Nursing Assistants: A Humanistic Approach to Caregiving. Lippincott Williams ; Wilkins, 2007, 465