Note to Self (21)

I like to feel powerless because it gives me a sense of my own fragility. We can’t live forever, and even if we tried, would that make us happier?

I want to know I will die someday, so that my life has a meaning, a beginning and an end, like the stories I write. My physicality does not matter as long as my spirit will survive me, and future generations will read about me, and be entertained by my words.

Nothing lasts forever. Every second that passes makes us older and more vulnerable to an end that we know will happen; then why worry so much about it?

Even the pain of knowing this makes us stronger and forces us to make sure that no moment goes to waste. So why be so scared?

I’m not afraid, never. I’ve already defeated my fiercest enemy: myself. There’s nothing more to be afraid of.

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