We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.
(Author: Gwen Bell)
I have a will, and I tell my story everyday. In the composition book next to my bed, I have written letters to the people that need to know things, how I feel, passwords to websites, one last blog post.
As morbid as it may seem, preparing these things, and revisiting and updating them every-so-often actually helps me relieve a little bit of anxiety. I know that if something happens to me, then at least I have taken care of everything I could.
So, instead of writing something amazing and poetic, I decided to spend 15 minutes doing something to make the people I leave behind smile.
I hope they us this image at my funeral, after all, I started doodling because I don’t like having my picture taken, I always look horrible.