The real question is, when the time comes, would you be afraid of it?
The real question is, what if it was time tomorrow. Or tonight. Or in the next hour. The next minute. This very second.
To the 90% of everyone who keep posting that they're afraid of dying as if it's far away. Certain. Inevitable but inasmuch steadily reaching as we are living. And oblivious to the circumstances behind it: will I be alone? Will I have unfinished business? Who are the people I'll be leaving behind? Will I be the only one left? And so on. To this I say...
Guess what, Death isn't picky. It'll come anytime. You won't be sure when no matter what. And it will be inevitable, but only in the sense that all things must come to an end, and not because we are slowly hurtling towards it. It also doesn't give a shit about you or circumstances. You could be a blob in your mother's belly and your lights can snuff as easy as the next guy.
So okay, death is everywhere, Hewitt. We get it. We should be afraid of it constantly.
Not really.
To say that we should be afraid of death is like saying we should stop breathing air. Death is like the antimatter that fills the void in our lives. Just as space is the infinite void to which the stars find something to cling to, does death live in every nook and cranny, every corner of our eyes, and every second we don't care about. We shouldn't be afraid of death. I'm not. But it's not because I'm brave. Because it's pointless in this world. Inconsequential. We can shed what little security we have left thinking about that which we cannot think of, or we can use that little bit to something more worthwhile.
This is Hewitt, and he is not afraid of death.