So interesting to read. Especially since I don't share your fear of death, at least not in the same way. Timely also, since I am just now contemplating the question of why I write, so thank you 🙏
I tend to believe that we can find all sides within ourselves, and therefore I would be able to find this same or a similar fear somewhere in my experience. But this one, no 😅 curious! maybe a blind spot.
My fear is more towards a life lived in separation and confusion. For me I think my writing is about creating invitations to play and connection. To slow down and meet here and now. To be seen and felt. More about the present than the future.
If I would frame it as a fear, perhaps: the fear of slowing down, journeying into the depths, finding presence and play myself, and then not finding anyone there who would be willing or able to meet me, perhaps looked down upon for my unusual and impractical, or childish or too lofty and naive inclinations. Perhaps rushed past by hurried and irritable people and every time feeling the sting of separation. Come here, closer, meet me here, here where I am 👋
Thank you for sharing so vulnerably and for the prompt to touch on and explore this important topic.
I really appreciate the honesty in your breakdown!
I’ve heard people say before that regret lays in the past and anxiety in the future, so better then to stay in and focus on the present, but hearing that your fear lays more so in the present is super interesting.
And I hear you on the specifics. I feel as I get older that more and more importance needs to be placed on community and sharing experiences. Finding likeminded people who can indulge in the day to day with you is a very special thing.
Grief holds hands with love. They are never separate, they are friends. One reminding the other of its existence.
Beautifully said!
Thank you for sharing. Life framing and legacy are vital in our grief processing, especially when we explore our own mortality.
So interesting to read. Especially since I don't share your fear of death, at least not in the same way. Timely also, since I am just now contemplating the question of why I write, so thank you 🙏
I tend to believe that we can find all sides within ourselves, and therefore I would be able to find this same or a similar fear somewhere in my experience. But this one, no 😅 curious! maybe a blind spot.
My fear is more towards a life lived in separation and confusion. For me I think my writing is about creating invitations to play and connection. To slow down and meet here and now. To be seen and felt. More about the present than the future.
If I would frame it as a fear, perhaps: the fear of slowing down, journeying into the depths, finding presence and play myself, and then not finding anyone there who would be willing or able to meet me, perhaps looked down upon for my unusual and impractical, or childish or too lofty and naive inclinations. Perhaps rushed past by hurried and irritable people and every time feeling the sting of separation. Come here, closer, meet me here, here where I am 👋
Thank you for sharing so vulnerably and for the prompt to touch on and explore this important topic.
I really appreciate the honesty in your breakdown!
I’ve heard people say before that regret lays in the past and anxiety in the future, so better then to stay in and focus on the present, but hearing that your fear lays more so in the present is super interesting.
And I hear you on the specifics. I feel as I get older that more and more importance needs to be placed on community and sharing experiences. Finding likeminded people who can indulge in the day to day with you is a very special thing.