(Life. Is there a fast-forward button on this thing?…)

How impatient could one be? To wait eighteen years is hardly a worthy feat for God (the one whose hard work curiously goes without evidence). Some people voluntarily wait so much longer than a mere eighteen years. Some even wait one hundred years. They believe that life is a story, and in every story there is a climax. That is where we all want to be. That is why we keep ourselves safe, so that we may reach the top of our personal mountains before we fall. And finally, there is a resolution that brings you down from your highest point in life. This is where our stories end.

Though as one may have already discovered, life is not the perfect story. Our climax begins in our greatest moments of naivete, which is normally towards the start of our lives. So you see, it is important that we, the human beings who suppress our instincts, romanticize life and romanticize death. Furthermore, we fabricate an imaginary world after death. And of course, that of which we dream must be romanticized as well. These are all very important steps to make your wait more pleasant, though much longer.

We positively romanticize life to make it seem as if it is worth doing. We negatively romanticize death to mould our preference of life over death. And of course, we romanticize the afterlife so that death appears to be a temporary condition. That is why the Spanish-speakers say “Está muerto”, not “Es muerto”. Yet another brief stage in our existence in order to achieve the ultimate reward.

But oh, these poor souls who believe that death is an obstacle. How can it be? It perfects life’s story because it places the climax towards the end. Death is a reward. One goes through life and all the experiences, and death is the single thing that everyone deserves in the end. Why they desire to overcome the ultimate reward, I do not know. Why they walk right over the peak of the mountain without relishing the instantaneous moment, I do not know.

Then again, why should they relish it? There is no regret to feel after missing out on opportunities when one is dead. There is no existing world to feel anything when one is dead. Death is a permanent condition in which one is numb to the numbness. That is why I choose to feel the joy of death right now…because the joy of life is too superficial, and because the joy of death never occurs alongside its beholder.