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.