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  I was probably no older than a fourth year undergraduate student at the time of the incident. Nothing in particular was going my way, and the only girlfriend that I had at the time had broken up with me. I don’t even know if I truly loved her or that I simply decided to date her because it seemed like the right thing to do. That thought alone seemed to sum up most of my choices up to that point--it was me just doing what seemed to be right. The overwhelming weight of trying to find a job post-graduation and the stress of school really got into my head. I always tried to shrug it off, but somewhere on the back of my mind I was asking why? I honestly didn’t see a point in doing everything I was doing. Or in anything at all, really. The undeniable and absolutely irrefutable fact I subscribed to was that we were all destined to die. That was the notion I subscribed to back then.

  In the grand scheme of the universe or whatever, I knew for a fact that we were merely a blue dot in an endless sea of blackness--one destined to be consumed by the star that we orbit. Thus, I inferred then, our actions would have no true consequences attached, nor would our choices. Therefore it was more convenient to take the easiest route for me then--to coast through my “responsibilities,” and to then shulk away in my room the rest of my time, just killing time while surfing the net, numbing myself of every external influence on my persons. This lifestyle was convenient--I was comfortable in my room doing absolutely nothing of use, but to me at the time I couldn’t care less since I believed that the try-hards in my honors class and me--us both--we’d end up buried six feet underground and eventually forgotten to time while our bones are left to the elements.

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  I still remember what happened very vividly. I was crossing the intersection on a very rainy day when a cargo truck spun out of control and barreled into me straight on. I heard my rib cage breaking physically, and felt fragments of them puncturing into my lung as I was blown backwards a couple of feet with a searing and unbearable pain shooting all over my body. My breathing became very erratic and fast as my body went into emergency mode. My vision turned red as I slowly faded in and out of consciousness. But a singular ringed throughout my disappearing consciousness--I haven’t even truly lived yet--and I began to regret what I had done before. I wish I had made peace with my ex-girlfriend. I wish I had called my parents more. I wish I had answered my friends’ calls and hung out with them more. Ironically, I was desperately trying to cling to life when Death finally embraced me. It was over for me though. Bystanders and the truck driver too ran over to look at me, and the paramedics arrived not long after. It was over for me though.