I've been doing a lot of thinking recently and I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to die.
At least not from any illness or decapitation.
Yesterday, I was walking through the mall when I saw a pair of lovely kids running around bumping into things. It was all very cute until they started kicking into the air, and eventually they went up to perfectly normal strangers and started kicking them. The victim turned to them and told them to stop, but they won't. He lifted them up by the arms (hanging) and walked to the parents. I'm sure they had a good conversation, but it didn't feel right for me to listen.
Yesterday, I saw a woman die. She choked on her own vomit and nobody helped her by moving her to the side. Hey dying would have solved a lot of problem for everyone, but she didn't really deserve to die. Would I have done it in Mr. White's shoes? Or I have let her die the same way? Probably not. (You should all watch Breaking Bad.)
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