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With death comes the end of fear. I’ve often wondered how I would react if my plane was going down or if I was starring some other death scenario in the face. Would I given it to fear or accept my fate. I’d like to think I would accept my fate because to allow fear in only brings panic. We all die at some point. Fear of death is a waste of energy. I say that but I’ve been up high and found my heart start to race.

This pandemic is surrounded by fear. When I talk around the acceptance of the death numbers and ponder on if the reaction is worth the effort, I’m met with aghast people. Even one life is too much. I respond that we all meet that fate at some point. There response to that is that life becomes meaningless and I just smile. I often keep to myself on the topic so the conversations are rare. I’m usually told I’m wrong. Which is fine because I can’t control their thoughts.