I’ve never really thought much about death. I’ve never feared it, but of course, I never welcomed it either. After reading Tuesdays with Morrie, my view on death changed. I used to see it as an invisible force that was used by God to take people out of the world. Now I see death as a part of the cycle of nature and life.

Like Morrie, I have sort of detached myself from any pain that I encounter, and I have learned not to brood over death. What’s the point of worrying about whether or not you will die tomorrow? I would very much rather live a short, purely happy life where I don’t give death a second thought than an eternity where I would always fear that I will die the next day.