I was reading a post about microplastics today, and it got me thinking about you. And I've come to the conclusion (perhaps I've always thought) that I don't fear you. As a species, we are constantly decaying. Our cells are dying, always, and nothing we can do will change that, no matter how hard some people try to run from you and your beautiful end.

My main hobby is motorcycling. Every time I put my helmet on, I stare you in your face, and I mutter a prayer to Hermes and my bike that they'll allow me to hide from you for just a little longer. And then I click into first gear with the knowldeg that any day could be the day they don't manage that feat; any moment could be the one where they deliver me into your arms for all eternity. And then I feel the wind on my face and see the meadows near my home and I forget all about you, surrounded by Life and her eccentricities. I want to learn how to fly planes in a year or two, and I have plans to race cars and bikes. I've travelled the world on my own. I have seen Life, and I have seen Death. And neither scare me.

I think what I'm trying to say is that I struggle to comprehend those who fear you, Death. We all spend our lives running as you quietly tear pieces both small and large from us. It is in your nature to be terrible. Beautiful, yet terrible. But I don't think that means we should be frozen in fear, too afraid to drink from a plastic bottle or use a non-wooden chopping board or ride a rollercoaster or fly. I think we should appreciate those things more than ever.

You are inevitable, and as such I do not fear you. But, selfishly, I hope you'll allow me to experience the beauties of Life a while longer.