I have been thinking a lot about death lately. I work in an ER so I see it more than most. It strikes every age and is so sad when it happens. Especially for those left behind. I think about my own death. I am not ready to die. I still have a lot to do. Some people have accepted the inevitably of death more easily than others through religion or other support/coping systems. I haven’t accepted it yet. My family has a history of heart problems. My dad and his dad both died young. I am afraid. I worry that I will have a short life. I want a long life.
I want too die on my terms in my old age. How do you deal with death? What comforts you?
My therapist asked me what the meaning of my life was. Or what I thought the meaning of life was. Now other than Monty Python I hadnt thought of it on a personal level. I couldn’t answer that for me.
What is the meaning of life?
I just othered a book by Victor Frankl on finding meaning. I will let you know what I find it.
Maybe for me its expression.