As though

As though dying is the worst that could happen.

As though nothing else matters compared to life or can even be compared to life.

As though the purpose of life is to stay living. And I don’t mean alive. I mean living. As though the purpose of life is to stay living, and ever failing that means failing everything.

As though it’s somehow crucial to avoid death. As though it’s even possible.

As though we’re not just extending the expiration date. As though we’re doing more than ignoring it, playing dumb for the sport of it. As though we’re not just pretending as though…

As though even one of us, any of us, can save a life, any life.

As though saving a life, say pulling a person, not a body, out of a burning building, means empowering that person to avoid death entirely, not simply put it off for now.

As though we all won’t die.

As though dying is the worst that could happen.