Just try to imagine it; the last thing you think about before you go to sleep, the first thing you think about when you wake and every hour in between, is the fact that you are going to die. You could live like this for years before the day finally comes: worrying, imagining…..suffering unbearable mental torture. Trapped in a cage with no means of relief from the anxiety and stress gradually…..slowly losing all hope. Knowing that, when the final day comes, you will be filled with regret about the life that you led behind a prison’s walls.
To end up on death row you need to have committed a terrible crime but many people sentence themselves to a life like this. They are so worried about the future, about what may happen to them and how they might suffer that they are mentally imprisoned and suffering all the emotional torture of literal incarceration. They gradually retreat into themselves until their world grows smaller and smaller; until it’s the size of a prison cell. They start to lose hope that they will ever be free from their emotional restraints and, when their end finally comes, I wonder if they will regret not opening the door to their cage and freeing themselves……?
We are born – we die and the bit in between is called LIFE, don’t make it a sentence.