Every year I ask myself when would I die. 4 months ago while walking home, it suddenly hit me. Out of nowhere, I told myself I won’t make it to next year and that it’ll be my last Christmas. Now it’s just a few months away to 2020, I don’t see myself next year. Last month, I also had death acceptance. No denial, no pain, nothing. I think I’m dying and I feel I will die this 2019.