It took me some time to accept the reality of my own mortality but it sure feels good to know that I too won’t get out of this world alive. I don’t fear death. I only fear the uncertainty of the manner of my demise. I don’t want to go slow and painful, I would like an unexpected sudden heart attack or massive deadly stroke as my killer.
Knowing I will die helps me to be frugal with my time as it is a limited commodity. Someone famous once said “don’t squander time because that’s the stuff life is made of”.
I am a born in pimo lucky enough to break free from the mental chains of the watchtower cult.