If I die today,how sorry i’ll be for spending my whole life worrying and dreaming for a future that never came.For clinging onto the last few shreds of hope-and moving towards nothingness_ slowly,painfully.How sorry I’ll be that I never cherished the moments that I had-,because I didn’t allow myself to,because I told myself again and again that I’ll have plenty of time to be “myself” later-that later never really comes.Oh the irony of it all,we are taught to believe in an untimely death-a sudden un-welcomed reality-Yet,we are forced to give up all we have now-time:happiness,the innocent joy,for the future,which,I am certain,is not certain at all !