We all fear death to some degree, no matter how much we tell ourselves we don’t, or that we know what happens after we die.
We can have tremendous faith, but to say we know anything about what happens after that impenetrable wall of death is a misuse of the word “know”.
I am not saying anyone is wrong about what they believe, only that it is a belief.
That’s not the point though.
We see this fear of death manifest every time someone we know dies, especially famous people because they are far enough removed that we can say whatever we want without any real repercussions.
“Well, that’s what happens when you use drugs.”
“I can’t believe a father would commit suicide.”
“Morons and Porsches just don’t mix.”
“It just goes to show that all the money in the world can’t make you happy.”
While insensitive, these people aren’t just being assholes or “saying what everyone is thinking” as they like to claim. Just like the rest of us, they are scared of the dark that follows death and they are waving around a torch made of false bravado ad judgment.
This is really just a way of avoiding the deep existential fear we all carry in our hearts.
I do it, this isn’t a high and mighty thing.
We all do in one form or another.
It is a way of seeking answers and certainty in a place where there are no real answers or certainty.
What would happen if we sat with the fear, with that uncertainty?
What would it be like if we chose to dive into it instead of trying to power through it with broad exclamations and judgments?
What if we just admitted that we are scared?
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