Why do you fear death? Or why don’t you fear death?
Death is so powerful. Its darkness can illuminate a light of discovery for those who are living. It’s one of those things that we don’t want to think about, but we know it is happening, When it happens to someone we know, hitting so close to our hearts and our lives, it makes us feel so vulnerable and hopeless. The injustice of an abrupt end to a life, all the surreal feelings of never being able to see a face open their eyes and mouth exude their vocal sounds. All the hope for the future vanishing in moments just as quickly as the approach of death.
Do we fear death because of the pain? Its suddenness and unpredictability? Its unknown path? The clinging to self-preservation? The desire to live? All the lost that it leaves?
There are so many reasons but it all makes us afraid. All of it we can’t control but can only push around in our imagination. How do we ever know if anyone can “come to terms” with death until it actually happens? We can only hope that the life that was lived before death arrive was fulfilled and enjoyed, that the person had accomplish what they could because at least we know for sure that during their lifetime, there was happiness and joy. All we want is to be ready for death.
I fear death because of its permanence, in the same way I fear living because of its ephemeral existence.