Fear of the inevitable
             Death, it surrounds us; it could be waiting for us at any corner (whether it be a car swerving out of control, an acute allergic reaction, a nasty slip on ice...). We tend to try not thinking about it too much, but it's something inevitable, something we all eventually come to. I believe that pretty much everyone dreads it in one way or another. I also believe that this fear usually arises from the fear of the unknown.
             For the strong followers of religion, there's always the question of what comes after death. Some accept that there's a place reserved for them up in the sky, others that they'll reincarnate. Frankly, I'm quite jealous of those people, since they have some resolution in what happens to them after this inevitable ending (or should I say new beginning for those strong believers?). But for those unsure about the events subsequent to our lives ending, such as myself, it can become quite a fearful thing.
             I'm more than sure that anyone who has thought about death has also thought about how their own lives may come to and end. This even further mystifies the already very obscure event of our passing. I've often wondered about how I may move on from this world, asking myself questions such as: "will it hurt?" or "could it happen in my sleep?" The complete lack of control we have over our demise is what I trust to be another important factor in our fear of death. It's an unsolvable mystery for everyone one of us (until I invent the time machine anyway...).
             There's also the question about when this inevitable event will occur. Could I possibly die tomorrow? In a week? Or do I still have many years ahead of me? The uncertainty of it is truly nerve racking. I think this is where the fear of death can be even further instilled into our minds. We become apprehensive b
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