I have been thinking that as a writer, death is a known yet unknown concept.
The word is tossed around, and we don't give it much thought.
But lately, as I ponder the fact of not living
You begin to feel not only pity, but fear.
For those who say they do not fear death, I ask you why?
There may be a greater joy forward but it is not in certainty.
Can you not just enjoy life while it is still in our midst?
One circumstance I allow myself to believe is:
Fearing death, is fearing for yourself in a sense.
One on one: You and death walk hand in hand everyday
Even if we think of it lightly
It is a serious matter
Treasure moments in your life while you have it.
Then think of your losses
Think of your fears
Think about death.