Day 28 A photo of something you are afraid of
i remember being about 6 and crying at night, my mom came in and asked me what was wrong and i said "i'm afraid to die!" i think all my life, but more now than ever, i have had a fear of death. Now that i have my girls, i am really afraid that i could die and not see them grow up. I know, it is an irrational fear, and i have tried to come to terms with it, but it has never gone away. other people in my predicament would get religion, and allay their fears with mythology. not yet....
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maybe its because i was raised super religious, but i always kind of related to peter pan: "to die, would be an awfully big adventure!". i was however, terrified of ghosts as a child.
Hmmm...I think my lack of belief these days has finally cured me of my fear of death. Weird, eh?
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