Are you afraid of dying?

Right now, yes I am.

But maybe not for the reasons so many of us associate with death.

Somehow, I've never thought of death as an abyss.

Never just a hole in the ground. Or ashes to scatter to the seven seas.

There's always something more.
Another world. Reincarnation. Or our souls float out into the universe and to another planet, to take roots with another civilisation.

In my mind, it has never just been a blunt end.

I'm afraid of dying right now because I haven't done enough.

I haven't contributed enough to the world.

If I die now, my existence would have been but a zephyr, a passing breath of wind in this wild storm of life.

I have adventures to go on, abundant love to give, to love and be loved, families to create, stories to tell.

That our bodies age and become frail is a given.

To be able to live forever... is that not a curse in itself?

Have you ever thought of it this way?

That we die because our bodies can no longer contain the wonderful souls we are, and have become.

They says there's a moment of perfect clarity. When you're dying, and this one moment where everything unravels, the smoke clears and you see it - because you've done everything you could have wished to do in this life.

When that time comes, I would happily embrace my death.

I want to have made a difference - to someone, to something.

I've said this countless times, but I still wholeheartedly believe. I have more to offer. I know I do.

I haven't found my gift. That leaves both meaning and purpose of life unfulfilled. Still far from the person I one day hope to become.

So much to learn, so much to give, so much to seek. I only ask for enough time.
Time to make amends if I need must, and time to see all my wishes come true.