"When am I really going to die?" I keep asking Simeon whenever I got the chance to. But not once did he answer my question. He always says that I should not think of it, that I should focus on my life at the present, and that I should enjoy my remaining time because when I know when I would just overthink things. Because of that, I may not be able to move forward in life. He was right. I see that’s what will happen if I’d know when I’m going to last here in the world. Maybe I'll cry all night, every day, until I no longer keep up with time then, one day... that will be my last time. Imagine the time wasted asking why it has to be me. Why not just be different? Why can't we just live as long as we want, then leave if we're ready to let go of everything? Why don't we just decide how long w

