Poem by Kate
I’ve never understood the fear of death.
We’re born, we live, we die and then everything goes dark.
Do you remember being in the womb? No? I didn’t think so…
So how is being unborn any different than being dead?
We hear nothing, we see nothing, and we feel nothing.
We aren’t even aware that there is a ‘nothing’ to be afraid of.
So why are we so scared?
Why do we act like it’s this big bad boogeyman that stalks our every move?
I think it’s because we like having control.
And you can’t control death.