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I've never been afraid to die. If I am afraid of anything, it is inadequate life. I fear not holding to my ideals, not being understanding, kind, compassionate. I fear being overwhelmed, permitting others to make my decisions. I fear being untrue to who I am. I don't fear death. I don't fear people or life or the dread that comes with it. I fear being idle, refusing to attempt building an echo of my voice. I fear not opening doors, making no attempts rather than those which are vain. I fear not keeping promises, the commitments made to people, be they deemed as real or fiction. I fear not being young while I can, not being an open spirit, not being honest and centered around only myself. To die without making change, an attempt. I expect to die old, fulfilled; to possess these years in which I now live as photographs on paper and text printouts. Genuine recollections, spread beyond myself and shared. I wish to die known for my convictions, whether they appease the masses or my own compass. I want to die knowing that I loved and lost and found again. I want to die old and grey and fragile rather than young and pretty and adhering to a false culture which we swallow whole. I've never been afraid to die.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I've Never Been Afraid To Die
I've never been afraid to die. If I am afraid of anything, it is inadequate life. I fear not holding to my ideals, not being understanding, kind, compassionate. I fear being overwhelmed, permitting others to make my decisions. I fear being untrue to who I am. I don't fear death. I don't fear people or life or the dread that comes with it. I fear being idle, refusing to attempt building an echo of my voice. I fear not opening doors, making no attempts rather than those which are vain. I fear not keeping promises, the commitments made to people, be they deemed as real or fiction. I fear not being young while I can, not being an open spirit, not being honest and centered around only myself. To die without making change, an attempt. I expect to die old, fulfilled; to possess these years in which I now live as photographs on paper and text printouts. Genuine recollections, spread beyond myself and shared. I wish to die known for my convictions, whether they appease the masses or my own compass. I want to die knowing that I loved and lost and found again. I want to die old and grey and fragile rather than young and pretty and adhering to a false culture which we swallow whole. I've never been afraid to die.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
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