One day in my early 50s I discovered that I no longer felt small twinges of envy when I saw mothers with young children. Instead, I experienced with a deep calm the simple reality that that is no longer me. That was me but now I am a woman with a body that no longer makes babies. Now I am this older me and there is no sadness, no grief in this.
Over time this led to the thought that, perhaps, when it is time for me to die, I will meet my death with a similar feeling of calm. Perhaps I will think to myself, “Ah yes, I have been alive and that has been wonderful. But now it is time to be dead and that too is wonderful.”
So perhaps I don’t need to conquer my fear of death. Perhaps I simply need to continue to be alive to and grateful for the joys and sorrows of each present moment and simply trust that when that future moment presents death to me, it will just be another moment, of another day, to deeply and fully live.
And that thought, could quite possibly, in time, conquer my fear of death.
Thoughts and Such 