Does my death occur in a slumber? I fret about an unavoidable stare at death. I wish I could be one of those individuals that are ok without the consistent need to know what comes after. Death makes me wonder if after life I’ll be ecstatic or if I will be in a constant wonder about how I could have lived life better. I don’t know but the idea of death fills me with consternation. Death is the fear that consumes me.

The cure would be to live life to fullest, cherish life while it’s still there, and do things that issue satisfaction. Also instead of one’s self consumption of this fear, know how to have the value of life distract other thoughts.

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