I've thought about death a few times.
I've always wondered whether it was true that you see your life played out before your eyes before your vision slowly blurs and you fade into nothingness. Whether at that moment you I will realise that believing in nothing, as I did, was a lie and that I had made the choice to doom myself for eternity or whether as some suggested I would come back and be able to live again.
There was one thing, however, that I was certain about death...
I was scared to die. And even more though than that...
I was scared to die without having made a difference.
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What's Your Difference
SpiritualA young guy tries to find out what difference he wants to make in his lifetime. Working in contractual law doesn't seem to be doing the trick. Only when a harsh wake up call and a persistent co-worker force him out of his usual lifestyle does he com...
