Much of what we do – or don’t do, I should say – revolves around the fear or constant reminder of death. People avoid doing something that could potentially be so fulfilling. Perhaps death isn’t running through their heads. Maybe they’ve convinced themselves that death isn’t scary at all. But death doesn’t have to be seen in the mortal sense.
Some people are afraid to let go of a bad partner in fear of losing a bit of themselves. Some people are afraid to quit a job that makes them far too unhappy in fear of losing that sweet paycheck. Some people are afraid to go tubing in fear they’ll lose their bikini top. All losses. All potential deaths.
What if we lived like we were already dead? What if we lived like nothing and no one could hurt us, as if we were spiritual beings rather than composed of bones, blood, and flesh? What if we made this the afterlife? Killed off our old selves to get it over with and begin a new life in the realm of possibilities?
Welcome to death.