Have I dedicated enough time to my studies? Have I actually done something I am actually passionate about? Have I focused on helping others?... As all of these questions flood my mind, I can’t stop thinking about how many times, people around me have nearly died. Such as my parents in a car accident, were a rock that was thrown from above hit the glass roof of the car but was held by the inner sunroof, which if it would’ve been open, both my parents would have probably died. Or how my oven exploded one meter behind me and I was almost burned if my brother wouldn’t have pushed me out of the way. Also, the time I got hit by a huge wave and hit the hard sand with my head almost breaking my neck and drowning. I don’t know what to feel about all of these revelations about death so I just ignore them, but somehow, they find their way back into my head.
After thinking about this for a while now, I know for a fact that I’m not ready to die yet. I don’t believe I have fulfilled my mission in this Earth, and yes, I am aware this sounds cheesy as hell, but i actually do believe that we were all placed in this planet for a reason. And this obviously made me think about what was my mission. Why was I placed here for. Entertaining, I thought. I’m 100% sure that entertaining people is something that I love, and whether it is by telling a joke or being in a play, I just love how much satisfaction it gives me to have been able to put a smile on someone's face. I like to think that if I can bring a smile out of someone in one of the crappiest days of their life, I would have contributed to making their day a little better. So yeah, I believe that the reason that I am here, alive, is to entertain people. So until I have fulfilled this mission at least for a long while, I know that I'm not ready to die.