One day, I will die. Every one does, and every one has. 100 billion humans have passed before me, billions greater than me, billions lesser; yet they have all done it. More importantly, they have all done it in an imperfect world. I would say that this is the greatest realization of my life, because really my life means nothing now. I have embraced death and have at times questioned whether or not living the rest of my some 80 odd years left is really worth the wait of getting to my next destination. It is funny, because now whenever something dangerous happens or something that makes my blood “rush,” I tell myself “Make my choice in life easy” (the choice of living or not).
Although, there has been one thing that has kept me from succumbing to drugs, living in a fantasy world of not caring, and/or embracing the emptiness. It is not that I see this life as a chance for my soul to “grow.” Nor do I believe I will go to Hell for ending myself. It is the insatiable urge to leave the world a better place for my children. Your children. My neighbors’ children. The children of the world.
I say that, because we live in an imperfect world. We will most likely die in an imperfect world. But, we have so many opportunities to truly sacrifice ourselves, so that our children have the opportunity to live in a perfect world. A world, which everyone is truly happy. A world, where everyone cares for each other. A world that is truly united.
I do not know how physically possible it is to make the world perfect by the time I die. At the same time, that is why I picked that to be my goal in life. A goal that is truly unattainable in my life time so I never stop advancing towards it until God takes me away from this Universe. I would do anything, sacrifice this entire world, to ensure that if there was an “Adam and Eve” that would start again tomorrow, that they would start in a new perfect world.