“Don’t be afraid of death, Winnie. Be afraid of the unlived life.” – Angus Tuck
I remember one summer, back in middle school, reading and rereading Tuck Everlasting.
The story was dark and beautiful, sad and romantic. The intricacies of a girl afraid to grow up, tangled up with a boy who magically never could.
Can I be honest about something? I’m not afraid of death.
But I am afraid of wasting this one life I’ve been given by God.
Maybe it was Cancer that changed me. My dad’s passing changed me. Watching my mom walk through widowhood has changed me. Life is so short, so fragile, and gone in a blink. And I can’t accept mediocrity or mundane living. I refuse to hide from the harsh realities, and I accept how life makes me feel so deeply, whether good or bad. While we have plenty of opportunities to numb ourselves or pretend death doesn’t exist…
I just can’t. And I won’t.