I’m a dead man walking.
It is just a matter of time before I die.
That is both a fact and a certainty like no other.
To realise and accept this was one the most liberating experience in my entire life.
At 43 I think I have come to terms with the reality of my own death and the ultimate fear.
The plain and simple truth is that I used to be scarred of so many insignificant things.
Despite my confidence, I have always been a constant worrier so fear was always present within.
Fear of the unknown, fear it might not happen, fear….
I am still a worrier, I do not think that will ever change.
In a way I don’t mind that anymore, I have accepted it. Worrying “softly” is healthy because it keeps me on my toes and alive and kicking.
The difference is that fear is not part of me like it once was, it is just there and it is my friend.
Life has become easier and making decisions and living by their consequences have never been simpler and more straight forward.
I don’t care what you think.
Don’t get me wrong, I do care.
But I don’t. Does it make sense?
What matters to me in life is to be good and make a difference.
Being a dead man walking has given me the most unimaginable lightness of being.
It is a great feeling to feel the breeze of freedom as I walk.