They trust doctors to give them the right medicine. They live for the day, while I await death. There was a time when I tried to enlighten them about the fragile presence of life. I stopped an elderly man on the street and told him the 17 ways I had seen men die. I approached a housewife hurrying home, her arms full of groceries, and explained her vulnerabilities.
Life's easier that way.
I finally admitted defeat. There was no way they could understand, they hadn't been there. With my knowledge of the truth, I retreated to my state of isolation. I peered out my window at what people consider everyday life and, as the years passed, my list got shorter and shorter. It's not that I am or was afraid of death, but I want to be in control.