When I was in high school, my poetry teacher told me this story about the Mayans. He said, the Mayans believed that a person dies 3 times
The first time being the actual death, in which your body becomes without life. The second death, is when your soul leaves the body and flees elsewhere. The third death is the saddest of all the deaths. The third death is when all the people you have come to know or whom you have touched, have passed on. All the people who were able to pass on stories and their memories of you have gone. And there is no longer anyone on earth to remember or speak about your being… This story has stuck with me for years. I am not into religion. But this moment made me decide, that I’m never going to let myself die.