I was told once if you are going to vacation or visit a foreign land wouldn't you want to read up on that place first? Why is it that when it comes to death so many shun getting to know the process and place we will end up?
For me, there is no fear of death. Because I have done my homework.
A stray bullet? An "accident"? I don't believe in coincidences or accidents.
Lastly, when it's my time to die I intend to be selfish and, for once, put myself before the needs of others.
If you hit rock bottom, start picking up rocks.
By embracing my imperfections I am becoming perfect.