A movie I came across in JoMel’s blog. I’m not too good with summaries… Well, in conclusion, it’s a movie about two dying men fulfilling their last wishes.

It’s not as awful as I made it sound. Honest.

In fact, I loved it. I laughed and cried with it. The sarcastic and witty exchanges captured my heart so much that I laughed out loud, as did the underlying message of the movie manage to squeeze the tears out of me.

Okay, I wasn’t exactly hysterical or sobbing, but I really loved the movie. =)

One question that struck out to me, the very question that compelled me to blog about this movie right after I watched it… Given the choice, would I want to know the very time and day, or even just the very month or year, that I would die?

No.

Ask me the same question few years back, I’d have offered a totally different reply.

Guess I’m just scared that the fear of death would rob me of the joy of living (not that I’m a joyous person by nature, but still…) if I were to know. I do realize that there’s actually nothing to fear about death anyway anyhow, after all, it’s something everyone faces eventually, young or old. But somehow, I can’t really deny that I fear it.

I used to think that I could deal with death anytime, the what’s-the-big-deal kind of attitude. Nothing significant happened to change my thinking (at least none that I could recall of…), except the fact that I sort of slowly grew up. It’s a byproduct of growing older for me, I guess.

Or perhaps it’s just a matter of refusing to know too much. As the saying goes, ignorance is, well, bliss. So to speak.

Maybe I’ll change my mind again. *shrug*

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I’m staring at the computer clock ticking away, yet I’m still here typing away. This is going to hurt so much when I wake up 4 1/2 hours later for mass. I am so going to fall asleep during mass again. @.@

But I’m still getting myself a watch.