Thank you for the thoughtful comment! I agree that there is a mass fear of the death, but I think it’s gone from being a fear to being an unknown. People don’t even think about it. From day to day, so many of us are hidden from it. It just doesn’t feel real (until it happens to someone close). I don’t think fear of death is paralyzing the world, but rather it’s causing everyone to avoid thinking about it so much that they forget it’s even going to happen to them.
Not one day goes by where I don’t think about my own death. That might sound morbid or depressing, but it’s incredibly freeing and enlightening. It’s a constant reminder for the value of each moment and it makes me more and more grateful for everything in my life. I’m not afraid of death. I accept it. I embrace it. I make peace with it every day and in return I don’t feel held back or wrapped up in only thinking about myself (I slip up from time to time, but that daily reminder keeps me in check).
When I thought about what I might die for, it made me realize that answering that question would automatically tell me why I’m living. It would give me a sense of purpose and direction. (I’m still asking myself that question, and I don’t have an answer yet.) I actually started thinking about this when I read a often untold story about Mohammad Ali (see my response to Karen’s comment above).