Our inevitable due date is like a clock that keeps ticking and ticking until our final moments on earth run out. We never know when it will strike zero, but when it does, what will matter most in that moment. A recent event of someone’s clock running out would be Kobes’. Someone who was publicly idolized for his creative art on the court and off it. I think in that moment all he could think about was his family, not his his career total points, the amount of rings he has, or the amount of money he made. I think what flashed in his mind was his daughter Gigi who also died in the crash, the fact that he will never see his family grow old, walk his daughters down the aisle, and kiss his wife one more time. This realization left me with a puzzled look on my face. I asked myself what would I think about in my final moments and who would I share it with?

Let me start off by saying that I hope my clock still has a lot of time left. That somehow I can reset it every time an hour passes. I barely lived enough as it is. Theres still so much I haven’t done yet, like traveling across the world, going jet-skiing, or raising my own kids. If my clock was to run out tomorrow I would think about parents first. I would feel sorry for them. They wouldn’t get to see me graduate college, attend my future wedding, and have grandkids. The next thought that crosses my mind are the friends that I have made in a short amount of time. These are the people that helped me be the person I am now. The people who I can depend on and, and the people who can depend on me. I wouldn’t feel sorry for them, because they can continue on without me. I would feel sorry for myself because I wouldn’t get to share more life moments with them, or see them get their career jobs and make a name for themselves. Most importantly, I would miss seeing them happy.