I was never scared of death. In fact, death is something that I always look forward to.
Living is exhausting, the thought of having to survive each day is dreadful.
Why would I want to live? Why would I want to continue the ups and lows of life?
Though life itself comes with joy and beauty, for me death comes with peace.
I am never scared to die.
I am more scared of living.
Because living is an everyday process of death.
We live to die.
So more than death, the process of death terrifies me.
The suffering that comes with it.
The pain that comes with it.
The thought of living miserably and waiting for death terrifies me.
For me, living is the process of death.
Fighting our way to life is scarier than actual death.
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Making sense
PoetryMaking sense of the beauty and sadness. Making sense of the complexity of living. Making sense of my whirlwind emotions. Sharing to the world how I make sense, hoping that it would also make sense to you. Vote and leave comments! Let me know your th...
