But before I talk about that, I'd like to pause and talk about how hard the English language is for those who must learn it. "Coming to terms with death" would make absolutely NO sense to me if I were learning English. Even with English being my one and only language, I only know what it means because it's the phrase we use when we're trying to understand death. Otherwise, it doesn't quite make sense. That's pretty much true with all of the sayings we have. I can't even think of a good example because everything we say involves idioms, slang, and synonyms. Or contractions, hyphens, and semi-colons. Even putting a word in italics for emphasis is kind of ridiculously hard to grasp! I'm flustered just thinking about it.
Okay, I'm back. I'm not going to talk about coming to terms with death because that phrase is unexplainable, as it has a different meaning for everyone. It's scary to think about and will be nothing like what you imagine it to be, until it happens. And it'll be different with each person, if you happen to outlast them.
Now for my weird thought of the day. I have thought about this many times and verbalized it a couple of times. Here we go: I have this idea (or something) that everyone has an invisible clock above their head that is counting down the days, hours, seconds until they die. I don't know how this came about in my head but it did and it hasn't gone away. I don't sit around thinking about it day and night but it does cross my mind once every few months. This imagery kind of depicts (for me) the mystery of when we'll die. We all have an expiration date and none of us know when that will be. Even someone planning to commit suicide this weekend could die in a car accident tomorrow morning. None of us know when or how, but our clock is continuously counting down.
Morbid or weird, it's actuality. People believe in all kinds of things that can't be seen or felt, so I'll choose this one! After all, not seeing is believing.
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