Why should we fear death? Many of our forefathers certainly did so. So many spent half their lives in pursuit of a fountain of youth when those wasted years would have been better spent living life adequately. Certainly a person who has not fully lived would be afraid to see it end.

It is merely uncertainty we, as a race, fear. Of course, instinct demands we survive, but when we realize life is finite the fear is stemmed. He who has a terminal illness has time to come to terms with his own mortality, but, simply put, do not the healthiest of us have more time? Should we not come to grips with our eventual deaths?

Fear not uncertainty; it is but a concept – nothing more than word. It is not even a great degree of uncertainty we feel. Everyone is mortal. We will all perish before long. That much is certain. What we fear is when it will happen – when our mortality will catch up with us. How strange it is that we do not fear hurricane, drought, famine…

We are not frequently terrorized by the thoughts of naturally disaster. Death, however, is a natural part of living. Cessation is as necessary as breathing. It is the order of things.

So I say, We do not fear what we know if coming, save for death. Dread, perhaps, loath, avoid or dislike, but not fear. So live your life well and not in fear of your own mortality.