When I was in a situation where I am alone, I usually imagine myself lying on my own deathbed and to fully realize the feeling with dying and saying good-bye. Then I mentally invite the people in my life who were important to me to visit my bedside, one at time. As I visualized each friends and relative coming in to visit me, I had to speak to them out loud. I had to say to them what I wanted them to know as I was dying.
As I spoke to each person, I could feel my voice breaking. Somehow, I couldn't help breaking down. My eyes were filled with tears. I experienced such a sense of loss. It was not my own life I was mourning; it was the love I was losing. To be more exact, it was a communication of love that had never been there.
During this imagination, I really got to see how much I had left out of my life. How many wonderful feelings I had about, for example that I had never explicitly expressed.
At the end of the imagination, I was an emotional mess. I had rarely cried that hard in my life. But when those emotion cleared, a wonderful things happened. I was clear. I knew what was really important and who really mattered to me. I understood for the first time when G.P said "Death can be more exiting than life"
But I never tell this to people who mattered to me. I don't know why/ I scared that I might regret it some day. But I just can't let them know about this. They might be sad and I do not want look at their theirs (just of they cry!! if not...) To make it clear. I just know that there is so much wonderful things for me to immersed my self to enjoying what in front of my eyes and appreciate all those moments.
Because life is short. Really short.