Imaginary demise

This morning, I honestly thought I was dying. My whole body was pulsing, I felt boiling hot, and my room sounded like a fire alarm. I even painted the scenarios in my head: a fever turning into the flu, then pneumonia, then, of course, sepsis and meningitis. Dramatic, I know.

But the bus was leaving in an hour. So I got up, washed my hands for ten minutes (just to be safe), and waited for the feeling of sickness to lift. It didn’t. Instead, it hit me: how much time we spend worrying about everything that could happen, instead of living in what is happening.

And right there, in the middle of panicking over my imaginary demise, I felt a strange clarity: life is too short to waste on waiting for disaster. Sometimes the best we can do is to stop everything, breathe and be grateful that we get another day at all.