How is a man to die?
So I’m watching a TV show called 1000 Ways to die, and although its funny in some sense, its actually really depressing knowing you died and you are being made fun of on TV. I haven’t really thought about death until I had kids. I’m not afraid of dying but I’m very afraid of what might happen to everyone that depends on me. I think about what will happen to my kids, my wife, & even my parents. Also, I certainly don’t want to die in a way where its lackluster or humiliating. The more I think about this topic, the more complicated it gets, there are too many details to consider.
After careful consideration, I decided I want to die as a complete wreck. Let me explain, I see my body as a work truck. Best work truck is the one you own from beginning to its final death, after the odometer rolled over at least once and while its still able to haul building material in the back. The truck will have given it all, over the years. Radio stops working, roof starts leaking, power window/lock stops working, bad rattling noise in the front, etc… Even while things are breaking down inside, the truck still pulls hard until it no longer can. The owner at this point will look back and see how much the truck meant to him. All the money he was able to make because of this truck, all the memorable family trips, the first home you ever built while carrying lumber and equipment with that truck. There will be no doubt the owner got tremendous VALUE out of the truck.
I want to die as a wreck. I will have given everything I possibly can. I will try my best and push myself to the limit. I want every part of my body and spirit to be falling apart from all the things I accomplished. I want to die while closing a huge business deal or while turning that last bolt with a wrench. I want to die knowing I gave everything I am capable of, to make things better for my family and to people that depend on me.