People Around Me Keep Dying, And Now I’m Terrified

Lessons to be learned from an inevitable end.

Ephraim Champion
Publishous

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A horrific thought enters my mind every time I’ve been told that someone has died: I’m glad it wasn’t me.

But I’m not “glad.” I’m thankful. I’m thankful that I’ve been given another chance.

It’s a terrible thought that I quickly dismiss, but I can’t help but think how grateful I am that I’m not dead.

What’s scary is that I don’t think I’m alone in thinking this, either

That means so many of us are living our lives without intention.

The thought enters my mind not out of neglect or cold-bloodedness. It enters out of fear for the life I haven’t lived.

Death is a harsh reminder of the fragility and inevitability of life, and it will continually make its presence known.

I’ve been living like I’m immortal.

It seems as though when death strikes close to home, only then do we see that it’s real.

I thought I had come to grips with the inevitability of death.

I haven’t.

Death, death, death

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Ephraim Champion
Publishous

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