One may only put off the inevitable. One may never escape it no matter how hard one tries.
Ever since I had discovered that I was going to die, I began holding on to each second of life as if it were a precious gem. One cannot save time as one would accumulate vacation days. There is no living sometime later. There is only living now. Life is a countdown to that one day when the body breathes no more.
Death is not to be feared. Just as there is a sunrise, then assuredly there must be a sunset. Death is but a sunset on a life lived. One does not wake up in the morning and wait impatiently for dusk. No, there is a day to be lived.
No, I am not afraid to die. I am afraid to never truly live.