“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.” William Shakespeare
It’s been said that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. All the good, all the bad, all the significant, or the nonsignificant flicker before you, presenting you with an epiphany. And then in turn, you’re supposed to embrace death and accept it’s your time.
But what happens if you’re not ready to die? What happens if your life is snatched out from under you, with no real say as to why it ended so suddenly?
If that’s the case, do those who meet a tragic demise not have the luxury of this magical epiphany? Is it fated for those who fight death with their last dying breath to just burn out and…fade?
If this is so, then my quest for revenge and redemption will be filled with nothing but bloodshed.
An eye for an eye, the Bible says. Well, I’ll settle for anything so long as the result is the same.
My dad and Phil are already dead…they just don’t know it yet.