Fearing death

imageWhy do I fear death so much?

It is simply a normal part  of existence from one state to another. It is an inevitable experience that everybody goes through. I have been taught that when a loved ones dies, they’re supposed to be in a better place, so why do I fear it so much? My fear is caused by my thoughts, so I should be able to change my thoughts so that I can change my fear into something else.  I also feel anxiety, but I remind myself that it is caused by my thoughts and my concepts in my mind. I should be able to manipulate my thinking so that I can be in a more peaceful state of mind.  It has been difficult to empty my mind so that I’m not  always lost in my thoughts. I am not my thoughts.  I am not my feelings. I’m not sure if they are actually “mine.”

 So why do I let them dictate my life?    Is it really “my” life? Or am I  just part of the collective set of consciousness where every human being shares with me? And if so,  should I even use the word “I” at all  to define this consciousness that is experienced at the moment? This moment is all that I really have.  This moment where I am writing this post.  The eternal presence  that cannot be taken away, not even in death. Or can it? Is the source of my fear the thought that death  can take away the eternal presence? Or simply the the fear of the unknown?

There’s no conclusion to this post. There’s no answer or solution but I can provide at the moment. Just questions to ponder.

Death and Sickness everywhere



In my  personal life, I have heard and seen people getting sick and dying … Mainly because of cancer. These are the moments in life where I pause and reflect more about this present existence .
What are we? What purpose brought us to this existence ? Is our awareness of this thing we call life accurate? What awareness will we have , if any, after our bodies die?
No wonder people tend to believe in the afterlife.. To give us hope about this mysterious state of being.

Life goes on, but what exactly is this life? We hear all the time that this famous person and that other person died.  But what does it mean for “me” to die ?  It happens everywhere, and to everybody.  Yet we rarely think about it happening to us.

What would it be like ?  I may find out when my heart stops beating.   Or I may not even realize I have died… Like when I fall asleep and don’t realize it until I wake up the next morning . I don’t know.

But they know. Those who have passed away know.

I shall experience it too.