Before I die, I want to...

It's a question that, if I'm honest, terrifies me.

Maybe some would say I haven't lived enough to be ready for death. I haven't been lost in the eyes of the one I love, haven't heard the perfect piece of music, haven't stood on the colourful banks of a Venetian canal.

But I have.

I know the joy of a rainy Sunday afternoon, and at the mere age of 25, I have found Nirvana.

But I'm soon realising the acceptance of death doesn't have anything to do with a list of experiences - but rather the realisation of our smallness and how that's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Because even in our smallness, we can do great things.

My husband wants to have a baby before he dies. The ultimate act of life - to create another.

My dad just wants to hug his daughter.

My dear friend wants to "create the best piece of art ever" not so easy, unless you're as talented as him.

Other friends want to eat macaroni and cheese in America, learn how to poach an egg and dance to crazy music in Germany.

Another simply just wants to tread lightly in this big world of ours.

And me?

I want to play in a band, master haiku and the art of stillness, plant a lemon tree and find nirvana one last time...

But ultimately, I want to find peace with living and dying.

Until then, I'll hold onto Munch's words of hope ... "From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."