Sabrina.vibes

I’m terrified of Death.. and I think it’s because it’s so hard to understand. What is this life? What does it all mean? What happens next…

Maybe it’s the grief of losing my mother.

We can all entertain our beliefs, theories and truths around what happens when we die. But none of us actually know…

I look at the world around me and I see how divine everything is. A web of connecting perfection. Some sort of intelligence that surpasses human understanding.

Every night lately, my anxiety overwhelms me with existential thoughts of what I’m doing with my life. Am I living my life fully, purposefully?.. is this how I want to spend it? When I’m the creator of my reality…

It’s almost too terrifying to face.

I love this life. And I don’t want to die.

So how can every moment be lived sacredly?