Buried Alive

        I believe there are three general ways to die. First is to die peacefully in a dream, which I think is the best of all. Second is to die quickly without any pain. Third is to suffer and to die brutally and slowly. I think the third one is the worst of all because you have to struggle for a long time and cannot die peacefully. Being buried alive is an example of this. Right before you die, you will reflect your own life and maybe find some regrets. You are not able to talk to anyone close to you, you cannot lie down in a cozy bed, and you will eventually die from suffocating.

         If I were in this kind of situation, I would convince myself that I have lived a meaningful life and probably start to pray. But I know, inside my heart, I would be very apprehensive and try my best to get out of the plight. If I couldn't make it, the only choice left for me is to reach equanimity and try to die with peace.  Even so, I would still like to send a message to my parents and some friends telling them that I love them and for being such nice and important people in my life. I think the one thing that I would want to change about my life is that I would try to enjoy my life more rather than working so hard and pushing myself into limits.