When the Time Comes, I Hope Death Finds You Alive

 There’s a heaviness in thinking about death, yet an undeniable beauty in the thought that it could find us fully alive. Not just alive in body but alive in spirit — in the way we see, feel, and embrace the world.

What does it mean to be truly alive? It’s not just waking up every day and going through the motions. It’s not about perfect days or endless achievements. It’s about feeling — the deep, heart-stirring kind of feeling that makes you notice the warmth of sunlight on your skin or the way a laugh can ripple through your chest like waves.

Being alive is messy. It’s stumbling over words when you’re nervous, crying when life feels too heavy, and laughing so hard your ribs ache. It’s saying the things you’re scared to say, risking rejection for the sake of love, and chasing dreams that might not work out. But isn’t that the beauty of it all? Life doesn’t ask for perfection; it only asks for participation.

I hope you live with open eyes, noticing the little things — the sky shifting to hues of gold at sunset, the way rain smells when it kisses the earth, the comfort of a familiar voice on a hard day. I hope you live with an open heart, even when it hurts, even when the world tries to make you close it.

It’s so easy to get lost in the noise of it all — the deadlines, the expectations, the relentless march of time. But life isn’t found in the rush. It’s found in the pauses, the moments when you stop long enough to truly feel.

Let yourself be alive in every possible way. Take the leap, even if you’re scared. Speak the words that sit heavy in your chest. Laugh loudly, love fiercely, and cry openly. Let yourself be.

When the time comes — and it will for all of us — I hope you can look back and say, I lived. Not perfectly, not without mistakes, but deeply, fully, and honestly. I hope death finds you holding nothing back, with a heart that’s been broken and healed, hands that have created, and a soul that has dared to truly live.

Because at the end of it all, isn’t that what matters? Not the years or the accomplishments but the life we’ve poured into each moment, into each other, and into ourselves.

So, when the time comes, I hope death finds you alive. Fully alive.