How I’ll Die, When and Why
It turns out I made this choice long ago.
Nothing in life is certain, other than death. To live is to experience mortality. This fact terrifies many, but I’ve never been particularly bothered by the idea that my existence isn’t forever. Despite its challenges and frustrations, I’ve enjoyed an often joyful and consistently interesting life. Celebrating that it happened and making the most of it feels a lot more important to me than feeling anxious that it must eventually come to an end. Knowing there’s an eventual end actually brings me a sense of relief.
Death is also unpredictable. I could be staying socially distant here at home and following every precaution and die suddenly by choking on a piece of food or suffering a brain aneurism. When I set out to write a story about how and when I’m going to die, I claim no absolute certainty or supernatural capacity to predict the future. I’m simply making the most informed observations about probability that I can based on the best available evidence I’ve got.
This is about how I put my life into the context of the great age of dying that has come for the civilization around me.
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