This word above is a scary word and has been a fear that has been gripping me for a long time and I have no idea how to make it find another victim or, better yet, dissipate entirely from the surface of the Earth. Some say that the best way to get rid of a deep, long-lasting fear is to face it, to encounter the thing that unsettles you, and once you see that you survived, to be humbled by it. And yet, I just don’t see a possible way for me to “encounter” my fear, for if I did, I would be dead and, I guess, that derives from the point that this saying is trying to prove.
So, how do I “face” my fear? Many have told me that talking about it and picturing myself in the situation of death, one in which my mind slowly eases off to where, I don’t know exactly, would help. But, that’s exactly it, isn’t it? The reason I fear death so. It is practically entirely do to the reason that I have not even the slightest idea of what to expect of death. I mean, death wouldn’t be nearly as scary if the process was carefully written down in a book, in full detail recounting the careful transition in which I will have to succumb to… But, that is not possible, for as long as someone discovers a way to overcome the powerful grip of death, no one will have a clue to what death stands for, really.
I guess, I am scared of the unknown and I am scared of not existing, for I do not see any truth in the whole haven-based theory and I simply don’t want to be erased, to be forgotten. For, someone once told me that a person does not die when a bullet breaches the core of their body, nor when a sharp blade slices it in half. No, a person dies, rather, when they are forgotten and I know that that is inevitable, for, even the greatest philosophers and the most important figures will one day be forgotten.
Knowing this, I fear, for, I can do nothing about the inevitable. But, I don’t want to fear because life is, well life and it isn’t different from another person’s life. The only factor that changes between the life of a soul and that of another soul is the way these souls choose to view the world, how they choose to interpret the situation. And, so, yes, one day I will die, but I will not let this fear consume me, and take away the good things that surround me right now, for they truly are glorious. I will not let death define me and I will certainly not let it spoil my life. For, it is the promise of death that makes life worth living.
With positive happiness,