I fail already. I’ve missed 2 days so far, and it’s only the 9th day. I’ll double-post later this month.
I’m not sure how abstractly we’re supposed to answer this but that’s the problem with writing prompts. They make you think too hard! /sarcasm
If we’re speaking generally, I would say line all your ducks up in a row and mentally prepare for the inevitable. I don’t think we can ever really prepare emotionally for our own deaths. When it happens, it happens. Don’t fight it. There’s no point.
It’s going to happen to every last one of us in time. Just embrace it.
Me, personally, I would hope to be surrounded by the people I love and am old and decrepit. I would hate to die alone.
Which brings me to a random aside. I hate reading the papers sometimes. My heart dies when I read about girls my age or younger who were murdered. They were alone at their last breath, in some cold, dark place, either physically or emotionally. The last thing they saw in the world was their murderer. That scares me senseless. Not enough to stop living my life, but enough to keep me on my toes.
This question also reminds me of the riddle of the Sphinx:
What goes on four legs in the morning, on two legs at noon, and on three legs in the evening?
Everyone goes through the phases of man: crawling on four legs in our youth, walking on two legs in adulthood, and leaning on three legs when we are old. There are certain milestones that come with each phase of our lives, and some of us almost never get there, yet our bodies continue to age, no matter how much we fight it. Or, we can do everything that’s expected of us within those phases, and die too soon.
We never really know when it’s our time. So to spare a cliche, live your life like there’s no tomorrow.