You are in a plane hurtling towards the ground

You are in a plane hurtling towards the ground with no chance of survival.

Yes, you are. Right this very moment.

The person you love most is in the seat beside you. You want to scream, knowing this is the end, but you pull yourself together and turn to your person. You tell them you love them more than life. The honest-to-God truth. You tell them you have no regrets of stepping foot on this plane since they are here beside you. You wrap your arms around them because they are all you have, all you want, your comfort, the whole point of living. But your life is ending.

No one else on the plane is looking your way. They are on the same boat–or plane, rather–as you and are trying to make their last moments count.

So, your mind is mostly blank. All you feel is fear and love. But mostly love. And when you focus on the person in your arms, the fear turns to peace. Your life is ending, but you are spending it in the only way that matters.

And, again. Yes. You are on a crashing plane. You always have been. The plane is your life and, with it, the inevitably of death.

Hold your loved ones close, and try not to fear.