Fearing Death

Someday I hope that I won’t fear death.

Like the ability to driving while looking at trees without becoming nauseous.

To be fulfilled, knowing that I left something behind for this world.

To be happy, knowing that I fell in love with my other half.

But in this moment, all I can feel is doubt.

I don’t have any children, and I’ve never been in love.

So it gives me the lingering fear that I’ll die before I‘ve had anything to actually live for.

Yet time will tell, because some day I might have something.

If I’m lucky I would have fallen in love.

I would have done something that the world could be proud of.

And if it so much as slightly resembles the love of 50 years happily married, I know I’de be a lucky woman.

So only then could I die with a happy soul.

Without the fear of death, but rather, with the love of life.