 Most people don't want to die. More people don't want to know how they'll die. Me, I wouldn't mind so much. I definitely don't want to know when I'll die, but the "how" seems almost irrelevant. Unless it's badass, then I would take pride in it up until the moment it happens. I died as I lived, ridiculously. But more than all the questions I have in the world (and I have a lot), I don't want to know the answer to this: What level of success will I reach in this lifetime? Yes, I know success is not objectively measured. One's success is something that they decide for themselves, but I don't want to know that either. I don't want to know whether I become a renowned artist or writer or whether I ever publish a book that sells at least one copy to someone I never met. I don't want to know whether I give up on who I want to be and settle for a life I'm scared to lead as of right now. More than anything, I don't want to know that I gave in. Living in the ignorance of not knowing my future is paradise. I don't have to work with the end in mind, or not work. From this point in my life to my inevitably ridiculous death, I want to work like I'm going to rule the world someday. I want to pretend like success is two feet away from me and all I have to do is work up to the point of leaping towards it. Because even if I don't end up being anybody of extraordinary importance, I want to live like I just might be, even if I forget and give up later on down the road. If you can see into the future or if you build a time machine someday and meet me along the way, don't tell me what happens. I want to find out when I get there. But if you find out how I die, feel free to look me up. Question courtesy of The Wandering People
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