If you were given the absolute knowledge of the exact date, time, and cause of your death, down to the smallest detail, would you want to know?

Imagine carrying this truth with you every moment of every day.

How would it shape the way you live your life?

Would the certainty free you from fear, allowing you to fully embrace every experience, or would it crush your spirit under the weight of inevitability?

Would knowing your end date make your achievements more urgent, or would it render them meaningless?

How would relationships change if everyone knew how much time they had left together?

Could you truly find peace, or would every second become a ticking reminder of your mortality?

And what if this knowledge wasn’t just about you, but about everyone you love?

Would society as a whole become more compassionate and present, or fall into despair and chaos? Would life feel like a precious gift or a cruel countdown?

Finally, ask yourself: Is the fear of death worse than death itself? Or is it the unknown that defines our existence?