You are afraid of dying. But, come now, how is this life of yours anything but death?”
Seneca, Moral Letters, 77.18
Why? What are afraid of losing? Hours of television watching? Eating excessively? Gossiping about others? Reporting daily to a job that holds no meaning? Wasting potential over and over again?
Is that what we’re afraid of losing? Is all that really worth the fear, or anxiety, or anguish we put ourselves through when it comes to death?
Doesn’t sound like it to me.
(See y’all tomorrow)