Fear

Fear. I think each and every one of use have our own fears. My fear is death. It is something that I think about constantly, every single day of my life. But my fear of not living is bigger than my fear of being dead. How are these two different? In my interpretation, being dead is the absence of your soul in your body. Your body stays in the grave and rot. Not living, on the other hand, is the opportunities that you are missing in life, not being able to get married, not being able to watch your kids grow, not being able to try achieving your dreams, not being able to say sorry to the people you might have offended or hurt, not being able to express your gratitude to those who'd always been there, not being able to tell the people you love that you will always love them. That's my fear, fear of not living, and missing out on life's greatest opportunities.

This had somehow made me think. If there are people out there having the same fear as I do, are they living their lives the way they want it? Are they trying hard enough to achieve their dreams? Are they lowering down their pride and ego to make peace? Have they expressed enough gratitude to the people who had always catch them when they fall? Have they showed enough love to the people they actually love? I know that I haven't done an awesome job in these. And I know that if I don't wake up tomorrow, my biggest regret while I was alive would be my failure to accomplish these things I've mentioned. And therefore, not living is my greatest fear.