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I’ve been worrying about death since I was a little kid, and thought a lot about it. Somehow it has also been close and normal to me, since one of my parents work in palliative care. Last winter I sat by a friend as she died. It is both profound and quiet at the same time. But having a frame and a language for it really helps, especially when since it’s so difficult to talk about

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I really appreciate the insight. And I'm sorry to hear about your friend. My dad passed away earlier this year, so I've been in that headspace quite a bit myself recently. Thank you for reading <3

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I’m sorry to hear about your dad too

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What if life and death are the same eternal ongoing? Then being afraid of death means to be afraid of life.

Does the feeling of pressure to produce a legacy come from that? Is it even possible not to create a legacy? Who is the judge on that.

I feel there is (also) an element of invitation, a suction even, that yearns to be filled with conscious creation, crystallized from your life situation. And if it is strong enough it will stay in the universe eternally and can be experienced through some form of anchor. Like a song, a poem, a painting. Anywhere, anytime.

When I use the anchor well I can experience some of your experience, your passage, your vivid continuous arrival in the eternal final dance with death, errrrr, life.

https://panzerknacker.substack.com/p/le-passage-6be

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Considering how intertwined life and death are, I'd say your first point is pretty spot on. It speaks to the way that people become paralyzed with life itself because of what comes next.

Thinking of legacy as an anchor is profound. And I believe that sort of mentality is why I obsess over it. I want to feel a little heavier in the flow of time. Like I won't just be picked up in the stream of it and lost. But such is life, or... death.

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