I think of death and remember that life is precious.

I think of death and see a bug crawling on a blade of grass and it is so beautiful that I start to cry.

I think of death and pay attention to my senses. It is a marvel that I can experience the physical world this way. I imagine what it would be like to have no more sense experience. I remember that life is precious

I think of death and am grateful. I have already lived such a great life. I picture my loved ones and our moments together.

I think of death and write, in an attempt to live on past my time.

I think of death when I am exhausted and beaten. I wonder if I might welcome it now. No, even this I can endure. And death will be a whole other life when it comes. This, even painful and downtrodden as I am, I prefer this, just so long as I can go on living.