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i think a lot about fear
and about death,
and i've come to the conclusion
that i'm not afraid of death.
after all, death is nothing.
and there's no point being afraid of nothing,
since you can't exactly do anything about it,
as much as i dislike the idea
of sliding away into oblivion
and never thinking again,
that's not the bit that frightens me.
what frightens me,
what really frightens me,
is growing old.
not arthritis and needing hip replacements,
although that's sure to be unpleasant,
and not even just slowly losing my mind.