Dear Death,
You don’t care about just, you don’t care about fair,
You take everyone, the good, the bad, the old but also young in fair share,
So why not just take me?
Come near me, come at me, come take me – why should that not be?
Fear of you has controlled me far too long
But now this feeling is done,
Drowned out by the pain of
Existing in this dump, just shove
Me into the void.
No pain, no more being around toyed.
Just nothing,
Non-becoming.
Death, you don’t mind,
whose soul to spare and whose to unwind.
So why not just take one,
That actually wants to be gone.
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I think you are approaching wisdom here, because fear of death is one of humanity’s greatest failings. We all will die, with certainty. Slide right up next to the idea. It removes a barrier. It takes some of the sting out, if you can do it sincerely. Fall asleep next to it, wake up next to it in the morning, good morning void, didn’t take me? Day’s still young, today could well be it.
Death is the best friend you’ll ever have, you know why? It’s certain, unavoidable.
Then, as time passes, you get to laugh at other people as they pretend they’re going to live forever, as they deny death. Point them out to death, won’t it be funny when their time comes? Sad, yes, but most sad things are a little funny.
The day will come. It can’t be hurried, not in any way that you want to try (trust me, I’ve tried). But getting comfortable with it, losing the fear, I think that’s a good thing to do. Maybe it’s today! You’ll never know which breath will be your last, or mine.