Her Mind Feels..... Growing old or Dying Young

Growing old or dying young

More often the question, “What is the best age to die?” gets thrown around in conversations amongst young people, for some reason no one ever aims at anything less than 50. We could all be young, but we never really fall under the same umbrella/group. We have the curious about life and death kind, and also the kind that flat out refuses to imagine what an end to their life or that of those around them would mean.

I would rather die young:

I imagine if I’m to die at a young age, than having to grow old and eventually die of natural causes, that should mean that I’m going to live out my best life and accomplish all that I’ve set out for my life at a young age. Sounds like a plan, except whose to say at what pace am I going to go through life. I imagine full speed no pit stops, no room reserved for second guessing any decision, or even regrets for that matter. I would rush through each accomplishment, and any important event, and then, after all that is done, I would choose to die while still young and in control. It sounds like a solid plan, right?

The way we live our lives, there are choices to be made, and opportunities to be tackled. Just because we get to choose, that leaves us with a sense of thinking we are in control of everything. The hows and whens of life events, to think we can actually cheat destiny and even death it would seem. But that’s nothing more than just a dream.

I would rather grow old:

As for dying young, there’s nothing good about that just like any senseless death. This is the point where one reflects and thinks about the people they’ve lost. We all have people that we think died before ‘their time’, because they died unexpectedly. There is not one good thing to be said about a person dying while in their 20’s, except admit it’s a tragedy that leaves a void in the hearts of all who knew the person. When a young person dies, you start to realize how full their lives were, and how much you were still looking forward to more, and then they’re just gone. Life suddenly ended. Experience and time changes people, because no way you go through such heartache and wish it upon the people around you, at this point in life you become more open to the idea of growing old and experience more life on behalf of those who couldn’t. The final nail would be meeting a person or even creating a person who’s worth living beyond imaginable age. So that leads me to saying…

Growing old means a little more time with the loved ones, having gone through life at a pace that wasn’t rushed, having doubled on some experiences. I would like to believe there would be some contentment/satisfaction in knowing that one had been lucky enough to live and experience all that they would have. It can also mean having to go through all imaginable illnesses and being forced to rely on people to care for you (be your eyes, ears, and even memory). That can’t be easy, but what’s the alternative?

Having said all that , there isn’t really much one can say or do when it comes to how or when we die, the only thing we can do is focus on living the best and full lives, as possibly one can. So that when the time finally comes, there’ll be no regrets or discontent. 

I love that, Just live your best life while you still can.

A Feature Blog post by Sanele Moyana. She says I forced her to write but I asked her really nicely lol Thank you Saneh. ❤️