Today, just a few minutes ago, I died 300th time! (Confirmed deaths, real number probably higher.)
I’m really excited about this! Instead of being afraid of death, I’ve finally became to accept it just a minor annoyance (and even sometimes convenience!) in my life. Sure it’s always as unnerving as ever, even my clone degraded a bit and I lost my jaw in cloning accident, but I’m really proud how long I’ve survived. I could probably get my jaw back but I think the metal on my face is way more cool.
I’ve learned that every death, instead of a failure, is opportunity for learning. When I die, I learn why I died, which improves my fighting. And fighting is what I love, so death is natural in this. So I’m not afraid anymore. And this number here, 300, it proves that “Yup, that guy ain’t afraid of dying. He takes fights. He doesn’t cower when cornered. HE WILL FIGHT.”
BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I AM. A FIGHTER. A WARRIOR.
I’m not the best warrior ever, obviously. But I’m on my way there. To reach the top! One death, one kill at a time!
Anyway, I’m now celebrating and ordered myself a nice cake.
Just wanted to share my excitement.
Cheers space pals!