The dying man doesn’t have to worry about anything.

Not even the fears that crumble others and prevent them from stepping out onto those terrains that they love to tread on but who’s fears serve to prevent such a venture.

The worst frame of death to the dying man must (since I’m afraid I’ve never been in that kinda situation before) be child’s play.

His own death he must fear the most because still filled with dreams and hopes (not dying empty but full) is enough to make the ghost of the dead man hunt himself till he probably dies the second time (death in death).  Continue reading “Live your everyday as if it was the last” “Die empty”. →