Afraid of Dying?

Lately, I’ve been thinking of death, quite often. It seems closer than ever.

This time of year, it really likes to come around and poke me to see how I react. This is when I graduated from high school, 5 years ago.

My youth is slipping away. I’m still young. But I can see it go, bit by bit, every single day.

I see every stage in life, as a progression towards death. Dating, marriage, babies, or even graduations, holidays, birthdays. It is all leading somewhere.

I’m racing. Racing to matter. Death seems very close, and if I let him catch me before I figure out how to matter, then he wins.