Every time December approaches, I usually think of things like this, I am fearful number I of death, I am afraid of dying. Perhaps more to think that I did not do everything that I have proposed, that for some pain (although I also fear that) But if the case were what you described at the beginning ... It would be strong to accept something like that. My last year has been distant from my family and that is not how I would like to be, for now I have been miles away from them, because my job requires it. Starting there I think I want much more time to live. If I accept it, I think that would be my only regret. That has been my most radical decision, and it has given me fruit… Yes, on the one hand, I cannot deny it, but it has taken away the opportunity to share with my family. This would be the situation that tomorrow would change completely. I would not stop working, that would still be the same, but I would change my job to someone where I am close to my family, even if I do not receive the income that the one currently offered by my workplace.
We always hope to feel at the last moment of life, to do something really important. We always hope to be able to act just when we are going to be left alone just remember not to live, what we could offer in previous times. My job has helped me a lot to emerge, I have grown much more personally, I think I have matured much more, physically safe we are changing to the way of cutting hair, but those soul changes, those that really are worth, I think I have forged a strong character to be a little more gentle, because it doesn't always help to be grumpy, hard-faced, sometimes you need to be tame, sometimes you need many more things. Everything in life is still a process, if this would be my last year, I would be much more urged to make people remember me beautiful. Do not forget me easily.
The saddest thing of all is precisely that, with the intention of being reminded of me, I would be in a hurry to change things, add some others, because I am aware that I have only one year left to live. The rush of not being forgotten or remembered with hate makes it now and not before I want to change. Anyone would do it that way, we are used to hypocrisy, not being real.