
This week we get 150 words, plus the prompt “If I die young”
This one was easier for me this week for some reason, and my word count came out at 149 total. Lucky me because I didn’t want to have to take out any words.
When I Look Back
I’ve never thought about my own mortality. But what if I die young? I have always had an old soul, or so I’ve been told. Wise beyond my years, so I suppose that dying young was never an option. I’m almost forty, but most days I feel older, I don’t know why.
When I look back at my life when I am old and gray, I want to have the satisfaction of knowing that I lived the best life I could have lived. That I imparted wisdom when it was needed, and listened when it was most important. That I tried to leave beauty behind me wherever I traveled, and that I touched lives in the most positive way possible. I want to know that I shared of myself as much as others shared with me, and I loved with my whole heart even when it was being broken.