I’m sure by now, everyone has seen that question floating around somewhere: if you were reading a book, and realised it was about your life, would you read it to the end?
For the longest time my answer every time was a simple ‘no’. ‘No, I don’t want to know what will happen and I don’t want to know how I will die’. But today when I saw that question again, I really started to think about it, and the answer didn’t seem so simple anymore.
I started to think that if I knew how and when I will die, I might start living more carefree. Stop worrying about what people will think of me and just do the things that make me happy, because I would finally fully realise that the time we have is limited and one day it will be all over. There is no time to hold grudges or be afraid.
Also, for someone with anxiety, being able to look into the future and see how things will inevitably turn out would be quite a relief. Whatever was written in there would happen and so there would be no use worrying about it anymore.
Of course there is the possibility that you read the book and you find out you will die really soon and that there is no point to anything anymore and at that point I feel like I would just stop living. What would be the point in trying to accomplish anything knowing you’ll never have the time to see it through to the end?
It’s a 50/50 kind of situation. Either you’ll be really happy with what you read and the way your life will turn out or you’ll be devastated and there won’t be anything you can do about it to change it. They say ignorance is bliss for a reason.
I think that my full answer to that question is still no. No, I would not want to read the book about my life to the end, but I would read the blurb on the back, just to find out if I’m happy in the future. Just to get a taste of what life holds for me, but not spoil all the surprises.