I have the full intention of arriving at Death’s doorstep with no gifts to bear.
Especially that which Death most cherishes and covets; that which we assume we can save for later use.
I have the full intention of giving Death absolutely nothing and giving Life absolutely everything.
Death will not feed on the remains of what-if’s, what could have been’s, regrets, fears, and should have’s.
So that when I arrive on that fateful day, I will arrive as a bad guest who brings no food.
So that when I arrive on that fateful day, I will arrive empty-handed, for I gave all I could on the way there.
So that when I arrive on that fateful day, I will arrive without a single breath of life left in me for Death to take.
- “A Bad Guest”, me