Random thoughts ( like poem part of things)

Existance

I think one of the reasons I do not fear death is because I constantly fear the fact that I am existing.

If you think about it am I living or am I just helping billions of other cells live? Dose it really count as me?

If we are only billions of other living things then what is left to be us. Is it the physical substance or the almost metaphorical thing known as the soul?

As I thinker, I constantly wonder what would happen if I just let all those bacteria's -inside of me- take over.
Is that what old age is? Or is it the point I which you run out of these cells and therefore cannot live.

Which one agin makes me question what I am.

Fear of not existing is equal to the fear of living as you cannot die without existing first.