marleystravels2021

It has never been that there was nothing to fear but fear itself. Fear of fear is still fear. At my age and having lost my dog soul mate, I've been contemplating my own mortality. More days behind than ahead. Why do we fear death? Is it because we would miss those we left behind? Ah we're dead. Or do we return to reality and this is the dream? Either way, why the fear. Does a tightrope walker rely on confidence and skill or lack of fear? I guess it all boils down to one conclusion. There is always another choice.