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SOME PEOPLE SAY THE FUTURE isn’t set in stone, while others say it’s inevitable.
I used to think the future wasn’t set in stone, but as I lay here now in utter agony, barely breathing, suffocating on my own blood, I begin to reevaluate.
With the things I’d done, the choices I made that led me up to this point, even the little decisions that felt so inconsequential – they were all just a series of steps and choices leading me to this. Exact. Moment.
While I'm on the floor, writhing in pain.
While the world around me closes in.
While my heart slows to a crawl.
And the blackness threatens to swallow me whole…
I realize my future was – is – inevitable.
But I’m not sad.
I’m not afraid.
When you stare death in the face with nothing left to lose (except just one, tiny thing), your perspective shifts. You find a way to make peace with the end, whether it seems inevitable or not. As I make peace with the fact that my life is going to end only seventeen years after I was born, I realize I only want two things…
To protect.
To avenge.
The epiphany makes me brave.
It makes me strong.
So I force myself to my knees, then up to my feet.
I am going to die today, and I will do it standing.
I will do it fighting.
