Fear of something that can’t be seen. Can it be referred to as something? Or someone? Sometimes I feel it needs to be accorded with the respect it deserves!
Is it a deity?
I ponder over how death is always lurking around the corner waiting to lay it’s cold icy hands over it’s victims.
What’s the point in living if I’m going to die?
What’s the point in amassing all kinds of wealth when I know I’ll die before I spend every dime?
Is this life really worth it?
What is life?
Is there a life?
What if we’re nothing but just a figment of a higher being’s imagination?