The Subject Of DeathIf someone were to ask me if I am ready to die, I would strongly protest... I am not done with this world. I do not want to be done for a long time, but I realize none of us really get to choose when we will move on. It is not that this world itself is so grand that I do not want to part with it, that is far from the case, but maybe I enjoy my life here too much? lol.
If I had to rate on a scale of 1 to 10 my fear of death (with 10 being a crippling phobia), I would say I am probably at a 4 or 5.
The most I can say right now is that I do not want to be afraid of death because part of me realizes it is a waste of my time to fear it. There are periods of time, seasons in my life when I do not think of it and do not worry about it, but there is still not total acceptance and I want to work toward that. I would like to be at a place emotionally where the subject of death does not disturb me at all. In a way, I see my worry and fear as a weakness I must overcome. People see me as a strong woman, but I have my fears and this is one of them. I guess it's a common enough fear, but it bothers me anyway.
If anyone has a story or experience they would like to share on how they moved past this fear I would love to hear it. I welcome stories from any faith or belief system. I do enjoy hearing different perspectives.