I don't know why sometimes I think of morbid what-ifs

Like what if the mrt comes and i got stuck on the rails

what if the truck hurtling along me on the highway lost control and smashed into my car

what if i got struck by lightning

what if flammable liquid tanks just blew up beside me

what if the plane crashes

what if the roller coaster derailed or flung me high into the air

Of course, such sentiments have not stopped me from taking MRTs, exerting my driving privileges, having an umbrella open during a storm, walking past tanks every week to my SS lecture, going on overseas trips and visiting theme parks, thank goodness. Imagine what it's like to live with a phobia of everything potentially fatal.

Rather, such thoughts probably resonate in other people, the core essence being 'If I die, will I be missed?'

What will my funeral be like? What would people say about me? Would my eulogies be sincere? How will people remember me by? Will people even remember??

I suppose it's a humbling thought on how I should treat others.