When I was an active member of the Borg ... I was terrified of death. I never felt quite "enough" to make the "book of life" cut, so I was sure that death would be an endless chasm of nothingness just waiting to suck me in.
When I left the Borg and began spreading my fledgling wings.. I began to believe that I was "enough" just as I am. The fear left and freedom ensued....
And then I did the worst possible thing any person free from fear could ever do if they want remain at peace...
I fell in love. Madly, wildly, quietly, serenely, forever in love. With a blind man. Suddenly I was imagining cars running him down, or something left in the stairs or any one of a million scenarios. I wasn't afraid of losing myself .... but terrified of losing him. Eventually I found some peace with the fact that he is careful, his senses are keen, and he is most probably as safe as or safer than any of us.
Then I had a baby boy ... and Oh my God ..... I am sure you can well imagine. Now my fears of death revolve around the selfish fact that I never want to be without these two "icky boys" who have stolen my heart. I NEVER want to leave them alone.
I am beginning to believe in reincarnation .... maybe not for the belief itself ... but for the comfort.
The one thing I know however, when I do die, I will leave this world knowing that I have experienced the joy of truly loving and I have been well and truly loved in return.
Isn't that what life is all about?!
BobsGirl
"May the work of your hands be a sign of gratitude and reverence to the human condition." - Mahatma Gandhi