i am afraid of death.. i accept it is a part of life but i live in fear of it.
does that make sense?
its weird.. i fully accept that death is part of life in that everyone must experience it but i find that with the existence of children, i get more and more afraid of it.
i want to see my children grow, i want to hold my grandchildren, i want to be able to offer help if i am able as my mum offered for my
its interesting this shift of mine in this way.
i remember a friend of mine - wajid by name who read my hands and said i would pass at 35.
now this age i have dreaded it, i guess cos of what he said. but then he also mentioned i would marry twice..
now i believe that only God knows the end of anyone - how it is someone can read mt palm to tell me my future if commendable but i am highly skeptical of it but it still does not let go from the subconscious and lingers mixing in with my fear of the unknown.
God be praised in all of the heavens and earth , He alone controls life and death,
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