Here is my once a month ‘nothing to do with Gold’ blog.
Death is a natural part of life, meaning that a fear of death distils down to a fear of life. Those who fear death tend to lurk around health food shops fondling mung beans and indulging in peculiar diets – the sort of ne’er-do-wells who volitionally eat kale. Some even go to gyms and ‘work out’. It won’t help; they too will die.
Even when relatively young, some are afflicted with the ‘fear of death’. They refuse to go on adventures in case they encounter danger. They back off from living in case it kills them. Those who don’t know how to live, will not know how to die.
Many people as they become older, begin to talk about how they don’t like to kill things. Flies are caught in tumblers and placed outside the back door. Ground ants are avoided when possible. It boils down to the fond hope that if they avoid killing, then they, in turn, won’t be killed. Talk about clutching at straws.
Experiencing the loss that accompanies the death of a true love is an incentive to value and enjoy relationships. If there is an upset, then fix it. Don’t leave it till next week or month. Death can come most unexpectedly and the only real pain is if they have departed on a sour note. Give and receive love openly and unreservedly to those whom you love and allow them, and you, to die with a smile. A note to my family: a smile is good, laughter is not.
The point is that there is nothing to fear. Billions have done it. It can’t be that hard. And what an adventure.
An ancient grave,
A faded name.
And beneath that stone,
That the weeds grow through,
You too my friend,