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Mortality

I am terrified of death. The question of what happens to us when we die haunts me. I always thought that believing in life after death was foolish and illogical, just a lie perpetuated by religious institutions in an attempt to indoctrinate us. But I suddenly find myself looking for reasons to believe that this isn’t all there is; That we can’t possibly just disappear and become nothing but dust. Life is moving faster, the years are slipping away quickly and my mortality is an ever-growing presence, looming over me, sending me searching for an answer that I will never find.

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Date: 6/28/2022 7:16:00 PM
Look around you! Everything that "dies" simply becomes something else, or part of an whole! Learn as much as you can about life to be better prepared for what ever happens next! Aloha!
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Date: 6/28/2022 5:31:00 AM
Great poem Katie and very relatable…I think as we age thoughts of mortality are inevitable. Debx
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Date: 6/27/2022 8:23:00 PM
I hope you do find answers, Katie. I came to faith very late in life. I find great solace in reading scripture, but also in learning about the miracles at work inside our cells. Both give me hope and peace.
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