We all die every day. Its the choices that we make every day that define those little deaths. Our destinies may not be in our control, but surely our reaction to them, are.
Our life, whether it brings us hope, or destroys us, is incumbent upon how we react to her. She (our life), I suppose, is waiting for us to move. We and our demons decide, if we wish to move ahead or step back.
We all are waiting to exhale, that one breath of absolute peace, in our own way, in our own small worlds. She is there to give us that chance to exhale, its our spiritual blindness that stops us from seeing. Death is not something to fear. Giving up hope is.