It is a good day to die..

..however I guess I'll just die (pretty much like Pierce Brosnan) another day: my flu is finally almost over. My days of illness gave me the time to reflect on another topic related to mankind, directly connected to the title: Death. More specifically, fear of death and value of life. First of all don't be alarmed: my condition has never ever been even close to become life threatening. I was however forced to use antibiotics to give it the final blow. And that's the moment I started thinking: what if those weren't available? After all it's not like they've always been around and for some people they unfortunately still are impossible to obtain. I tried to imagine myself in the position of a person unable to treat his illness properly, thereby possibly forced to eventually face death. While the first feeling that came to my mind was of course fear of death itself, the next thing occurring to me was that should I die, I wouldn't be able to do any of the things I regularly do anymore. The interesting thing is that this came to me before the more common concerns about the undone things of the future (dreams yet to be fullfilled and such). Apparently insignificant things such as eating, taking a nap, going for a walk, listening to a song got the priority instead. Things we'd usually just ignore and consider trivial routine, expecially compared to our life-long dreams. Now, this brings in 2 intriguing elements: first, the things we tend to disregard as trivial outnumber the others and second, the distance of death tends to increase our disregardance of the little things we have. I can't help but see a connection with some tendences of modern generations: more specifically, taking everything always for granted and never being satisfied with what we are/have. Is the little effort required for us to obtain those things and our relatively safe condition compared to our ancestors a coincidence? Maybe not.