Category: The Great Summer of 2012

Tell me again the fearful part of living

life's paths
there are two ways to live life…two paths to follow…as if nothing’s a miracle or everything is.

The fearful part of living? Is there one? I believe there is. An insidious, unrelenting, invisible fear – so much so that our attitude becomes numb to it’s existence and possibilities.

Have you ever admitted this to yourself, that it’s perhaps life’s greatest danger? The fear of living.

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Ok, so yeah, I fear death

good signs
See it? Feeling well. Living better. That’s the goal these days.

Ok, so yeah, I fear death. But not nearly as much as I used to. It takes decades of honing a positive, optimistic midlife attitude to push through, and ultimately past, the fear of death. But there’s an ever more oppressive fear I’m learning to overcome… The fear of not living.

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Can the best summer ever and death go together?

super heros
it’s not like we’re super heroes or something

Can the best summer (ever) and death go together? It depends, right? Youth should be exempt from death. The rest of us? Not so much. Making it incumbent on us to live purposefully.

Is it possible to live in the moment, as if tomorrow may not come? To basically not put off until tomorrow that which can be done today.

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Here’s what I’ve learned by talking openly about death

life is not meant to be lived in a caged, trapped

Following is a bold thought. And perhaps, the best one on why death ought to occupy our conscious thoughts. A lot.

Just as I shall select my ship when I am about to go on a voyage, or my house when I propose to take a residence, so I shall choose my death when I am about to depart from life.  – Seneca

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