Where wild minds come to rest
This is a facebook page i made today. I'd like to add that dreaming is a way i make my life interesting.
I am afraid of death, but i do not think this is bad. I am afraid of more than nothingness.
Every day, i realized it was a day wasted. Like on the weekends, i don't like to sleep much so i can enjoy my time, and dread sunday night. In life, i feel the same. I dread death the same as i dread sunday. My fear of death is more of a fear of not getting enough out of life. I fear, that when my time comes, i wouldn't have done enough. I will be disappointed in how i used my days, an wish i had the brains to enjoy them while i had them. It isn't a fear of "sunday" that is the problem, it is the fear of not being satisfied with what i had done that weekend.
This is why i have so many interests, i NEED to be doing something. Any mess I've ever made was caused by me doing something i thought of as useful. The mere idea of me dying makes me cry because I'd have lost my life, it'd be sunday night.
In a way, the fear of death makes me want to live my life. I need to have a good run here, i wont be around for long. Hopefully, when my time comes, i can tell my grandchildren, or even great-grandchildren, of all the stories i had made.
That is my goal. When i die, i want to be able to tell story that could interest anyone. I want to tell of adventures and fun, every funny story.
You know what i want?
I want my life to be described by one word: