narrative essay (flashforward?)

published November 10, 2015 - updated December 2, 2015
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AvatarAdmin Staff asked 8 years ago

i made a narrative essay using flash forward. and im not sure that i used it right. so pls help me to improve my essay. here it is. ty 😉


“A little love, a little pain, a little work then it’s all over”

Everyone will die, and that’s the reality I need to face every day. Upon my birth, my death begun to walk with me, that I was already committed to a life sentence. Death is all around the corner. .The truth that I don’t know how and when it will happen makes it more awful. It’s like a kind of virus that there is nothing I can do about it, or escape from it. I just know that it will happen “when my time comes”.

Death brings fear to people, some are so afraid to die that they never begin to live; however I don’t think that I am one of them. I always find myself wondering, “When will I die?”, “What will be the cause of my death?” Often, when I woke up each morning, I find myself thinking, “Is it going to happen today?” again and again, when I’m going to somewhere, school or church, there’s this question again “Is this the time that I will be caught in an accident?” I often find myself musing “am I going to die here? Right now?” Thinking about your own death, to many this may seems sick and unnatural habit. I can’t help myself but imagine my own death. I already accepted the fact that each day, my death brings closer on my predestined day. I tend to put my thoughts in words as I do not emote physically often. I was thinking of anything I was able to do and still I enjoy. I can blink my eyes, sniff, move my hands, walk, speak, write, laugh; all these are the blessings that I possess but the word death keeps reminding me that this is just temporary. The day will come that I will breathe my last, that my soul will leave my body. I will be carried in a coffin to the graveyard. Once I’m in the grave, the soil will cover me and it will be the end of my story. I will be groping into the darkness and my whole life will be written in a marble stone. In the first day of my grave, it will be visited frequently and as time passes fewer people will come. Decades later, no one will come. At the same time, my family and fewer friends will experience agony and grief. At home, my room and bed will be empty. Some of my stuffs and the music I used to play will be replaced and deleted. And my legacy if ever I will have will be inherited. During the first year of my lost, maybe some will mourn yet some will just forget the memories I shared. Maybe some will sent me flowers on my grave but don’t. Two or three years later, there will be few who remembers me. Before long, new generations will come and none of my existence will be remembered. Whether I remember or not will be no value to me. The reel deal is that the fact that I already accept that my time will come sooner or later somehow I find it strangely comforting.

There’s something about death that makes it comforting to me. The thought that I could die tomorrow frees me to appreciate my life now. Having the thought like this always caught my attention to think more often about death. It made me realized that life is the greatest gift of all. Life will slip away second by second. I make plans for the day and don’t think twice how those plans can be taken away in a blink of an eye. An awareness and acceptance of death enables me to live each day- each moment- filled with appreciation and knowing that the precious moments could be lost makes me treasure and enjoy my life to the fullest. Today will never return, so I keep reminding myself to live everyday as if it was my last. I know death is coming, and I do not fear it because I believe that death is the birthday of my eternity.

Death, letters that make up of word that brings fear and sorrow to all people, the idea that I can’t do anything to stop it; it is indeed frightening and confusing. Even if I tend to escape death it will haunt and follow me like how your shadow follows you. It is a scary thing that no matter how scared I was, it won’t change a thing that I will die. Being aware with death will provide us on how we live our everyday lives. So accept we must, for we can’t do anything else. There will be no exception because death is inevitable!

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