I hate that 2 other people got to decide that one day I'll die?
Every now and then I stumble upon things that highlight the tragically horrifying ways that people can have their lives taken.
And it serves as a reminder that for more than half of the population that our endings aren't going to be pretty at all. I don't want my body to bleed out, convulse, rot from the inside out, or be mutilated.
That's terrifying, but one day one of those things IS going to happen.
There is no maybe, might, or could, it will happen, just like its happened to everyone that has ever and will ever exist.
The screwed part is that everyone knows it's going to happen.
Your parents, siblings, neighbors, coworkers, spouses, friends, etc. Everyone knows.
We spend our whole lives trying to box it up and put a bow on top, but the reality is that the end will never be pretty.
And the decision to face that is entirely out of your hands.