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Writer's Block: Nothing to fear but fear itself
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It is hard for me to imagine anything more scary than the concept of death. The ceasing of consciousness and all my experiences...*shudders* I vividly remember riding in a bus/15-passenger van early in high school, looking out the window, and contemplating the end of my existence. I would try to encourage myself to embrace the concept of no one knowing what happens when we die, so why fret it. And then the feeling would consume me again. It took a while after getting to our destination before I could shake the sense of dread that this mental discussion created within me.
It is hard for me to imagine anything more scary than the concept of death. The ceasing of consciousness and all my experiences...*shudders* I vividly remember riding in a bus/15-passenger van early in high school, looking out the window, and contemplating the end of my existence. I would try to encourage myself to embrace the concept of no one knowing what happens when we die, so why fret it. And then the feeling would consume me again. It took a while after getting to our destination before I could shake the sense of dread that this mental discussion created within me.