When I was young, I had a legitimate fear. I didn't fear spiders or thunderstorms; I feared death itself. I always imagined falling off of buildings and getting into car crashes and dying. I woke up in the middle of the night screaming and crying, begging my mom to stay in my room so I wouldn't die. It was horrifying.
Somedays I look back on my early childhood and wonder why it scared me. Did I have real night terrors, or was I just one to cry? I think I've figured out my real fear. My real fear is the unknown.
See, at such a young age, I didn't understand my religion. The only thing I grasped about death was that you lost control of your body, and then you were buried in the ground. I still don't really know what happens after death, but I have faith that their is a loving god and an afterlife. Death no longer scares me, but the unknown does. What is scaring me right now?
The future because I have no clue where I'm going.
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