Here’s what I figured out a few days ago:
There are probably a million things that could potentially kill me: heart attack, stroke, diabetes, cancer, car crash, terrorist attack, lunatic with a gun, carbon monoxide poisoning, the coronavirus, t flu, ALS, etc. etc.
Only one thing will actually kill me.
That means that 99.9999___ % of things will not kill me. (This alone is strangely comforting.)
Also, I don’t know which thing will kill me, and I can’t protect myself from everything.
Ergo, I might as well relax. I can’t control the method and timing of my death, so I might as well turn it over to God/HP/fate.
When I do turn it over to God, I feel safer. I also feel less alone. I have the sense that love will follow me anywhere, even through the passage we call death.
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