Woke up today and started wondering what would it be like to die. It was hilarious because I was thinking how people would remember me. Would they remember me as the guy who was always there when it matters? Or the guy that always screw things up? Maybe some would even remember me as the guy who never took things seriously.

I don't know why I have this thought but I guess I'm just glad that I wake up every morning. I mean, I've seen people die and it was nothing special. According to what I read, it's a trait of a sociopath; showing no emotions and being just cold about it. Maybe I'm just that comfortable in dying? Death surrounds us everyday and we choose not to do anything about it. The funny part is that we can't do anything about it, it's just inevitable. It doesn't choose age, gender or even what you believe in. When it's our time, it's just our time.

Now, I'm not a religious person. I don't believe that there's a heaven or hell after I die. I guess once I bite the dust, I'll be just another piece of meat on the table waiting to be buried. What I'm most concern about is am I going to die knowing that I've done good in my life. I guess only time will tell. For now, I guess I'll start living and see what happens.