As the day
of our departure
draws closer & closer
[10 days!],
and we get more word of
the ever escalating
violence
& the risks involved,
I am again forced
to contemplate
death.
I do not dare
tell my family how
dangerous this trip
actually is...
Today,
I confided in a friend
who lives in another state
[too far to come try to
physically stop me from going].
He, of course, voiced his
concern...
"I would be heartbroken
if something happened
to you..."
I've heard that a lot lately...
It is a sweet sentiment,
I suppose,
but then again,
I must pose the question:
"So then, would you rather
I not follow my dreams,
for safety's sake?
Because it's "too risky"?
In order to do anything
worthwhile
in this world,
you must not only just
be "willing"
to take risks,
but
to actually make that leap
into the unknown,
though it be riddled with
risks, dangers,
& doubt.
Being a dreamer
is great-
we need more
dreamers...
but
if you never get out of
your head
and actually DO
something,
what use is it,
other than a pleasant
pastime?
Regardless of what happens,
I am at peace in my heart.
I am at peace with death.
I can confidently say
that I have had a full,
adventurous, well-lived life,
and therefore
see no sadness in death-
only peace and fulfillment.
Sadness, to me, would be
to not pursue my dreams
& passions,
& settle
into that which is
comfortable, reliable,
& safe.
THAT would be
a death
most tragic indeed.
My hope is that my
family & friends
can understand this,
and
in the event that
something did happen
to me,
they celebrate the life
I lived & the new life that
I will have obtained,
I will have obtained,
rather than
mourn
my temporary absence
from them.
All that to say-
there is no need
for worry.
What can worry
accomplish,
other than wrecking
oneself
emotionally?
Instead,
celebrate with me
a dream fulfilled
& the opportunities
that wait
for me
upon my return.
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