I think being fearful of death is a waste of time.
When it comes, it comes. Can't stop it. It would be my time to go.
Weither or not it is tomorrow or eighty years from now is not the question.
Its what I'm going to do in this life time that counts.
I want to leave my ideas and thoughts to the world to see.....Long after I'm gone. Weither they go and search it is their choice. Weither or not they believe it to be anything of value is their choice.
I'm here now, and I'm going to do to the best of my abilities to do what counts. To live with myself....happily.
When my times comes, I'll go and continue my journey onward onto another stage to share my ideas to.
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