As a child, and into my young-adult years, I had a fear that dictated my life. It started at a very young age and, in one way or another, grew to envelop most of my everyday life.
It was a fear of death. I didn't necessarily fear the act of dying, it was more of fear of not existing anymore. I remember thinking about being dead and then trying to grasp the idea of 'dead forever'. I tried to imagine how long eternity was. I would imagine one hundred, one thousand, one million years - all the tiniest speck of the never-ending eternity. read more »
