4 AM thoughts
I know that death is inevitable, but I am not afraid of death
I am afraid of the time I will be losing once I am gone
The world will not stop once I have perished, and I will not be there to experience
The new technology, new connections, new heartbreaks, new love
I will be a blip in the giant timeline called life and thats what scares me shitless.
What also keeps me awake at night is that when I die, it wont be for a cause that I cared for
I want to go out doing something I loved, something that I believed in, something that is my passion, or at least achieved it
I rather go out screaming a glorious truth than leaving quietly
without a word.
I am also afraid that I will die without achieving anything at all.
When He opens up my book of life, there will be nothing but blank pages
Death is just a bridge connecting us to our next journey
and just I want to be able to look back and be proud of what I left behind
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