Ahhh, the wisdom of Mark Twain. I read Huckleberry Finn as a teenager and it was completely lost on me. Now that I’ve discovered Mark Twain’s musings on life, I wonder whether I might give the book another go.
I suppose the timing of this blog is vaguely relevant in that I’m publishing it shortly after Remembrance Sunday. And I’m continuing in the theme of Fear. Here’s what Mark Twain has to say: “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives life fully is prepared to die at any time.”
As I sit here writing, I’ve asked myself whether I am afraid to die. The answer is No. I don’t want to die, and I believe I have so much life still to live and many experiences to pack in. Dying would be a disappointment if it happened soon, but right now it’s not something I fear.
But that’s not the right question to ask myself is it? Am I afraid to live? I think that sometimes I behave as if I am afraid to live my own life. By that I mean that too often I put my own needs below others or worry about the impact of the honest conversation with a friend or loved on. And in that state of worry, there’s inaction. Which means I’m not being true to myself and not living my life, if that makes sense?
For me, living isn’t just about doing things – ticking items of a bucket list – it’s also about being me, fully and without fear. When you accept who you are and can be yourself 100% of the time, then there’s nothing to fear in life. Or death.