what would you do if you knew the exact date of your death? how would you feel? how would you try to take advantage of it? or prepare yourself?

i don’t want to be morbid, and i’m not really talking about physical death – more like, the death of an era, the death of a time in my life. it’s coming, and i’m not sure how to prepare, exactly. or take advantage of the time i have left. i leave southern cone in 4 months – 4 months, then, until starting all over. new place, new people, new job, new everything.

so now, as i’m starting to feel torn between wanting to stay forever and knowing that i need to leave to move on to the next phase in my life, i’m not sure how to feel or how to prepare, exactly. or to take advantage of the time i have left.

every death is a new beginning, i know, a birth – but birth is painful, birth is difficult, birth is a strong experience in itself. i’m not sure where i want to nor need to be, and right now i don’t really care. a constant for me will cease to be so sooner than i’d care to admit, and that’s it. all there is to it.

life is very simple when you think about it that way. now the question is: what do you do with the aftermath of the change?