I know I know, we’re not supposed to talk about it. It’s scary or morbid or whatever. But I like to talk about it and I like to think about it too. And no, I don’t think I’m morbid.
I find it fascinating to imagine that one day I’ll be gone and the world will continue on. People will go about their day, going to work, falling in love, dancing, falling out of love, experiencing life. And I’ll no longer be a part of it.
And do you know why I like to imagine that?
You might be muttering because I’m a sicko, buuuut it’s actually because it invigorates the hell out of me. It ignites my passion for life because it wakes me up to the fact that one day I’ll no longer be here, and everything else will go on just the same.
Say goodbye to self-doubt, questioning or low-confidence.
In an instant I’m fearless and I remember what I want to do and why. I remember all that is important to me and I make those phone calls to loved ones and friends that I’d been putting off. I sit and write poetry or go for a walk by the sea. I laugh louder and don’t worry about who’s looking. I become free to be me, in my most authentic form because I’ve got nothing to lose. It’s going to end up the same way anyway, so I might as well have fun with it.
But we miss out on this glorious opportunity to really see ourselves and our lives, if we keep our fear of death hidden in the shadows.
Usually we’re more afraid of something because it’s been in the shadows, and we’ve never really pondered why we’re afraid. Cos really, when you look at it, how can we be afraid of ourselves dying when we won’t be around once it’s happened anyway? We’ll have passed over.
And I have a feeling the place we’re going to next is going to be a whole lot better than this one anyway, and we’ll laugh that we were all scared and afraid.
From one fearless soul to another,