I once wrote a story about a person who wanted to die. Then a person advised them to list down 3 good things everyday.
And so he did until he realized the little things. And slowly those little things became a big part of him.
He no longer wished death.
As playful as life can be, he was diagnosed with cancer. The hair he loved withered. The body he cared for decay.
And as he was lying on his death bed, he laughed like there’s no tomorrow.
And the tomorrow didn’t really came for him.
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After coming this far, I don’t want to die yet.