I realize at some point we all come to a realization of our motality but I wonder sometimes if growing up as a witness didn't delay the realization process. It was like this life didn't have any value because the new system would replace everything.
I remember always being absorbed and overconcerned when this reality hit. For many years, having a morbid fear of death. I can't beleive, 22 years have past since my exile from the witnesses. Alot of tough realizations along the way and only lately, some healing. Time sure blasted by! I can't beleive I can still be effected by this religion. Half life is here for me. Lots missed, lots learned.
Aging scares me because its like a degeneration occuring when life has not yet beeen lived. I've also learned that things could be a hell of a lot worse and am greatful for what I have.