The Universe Was Here Before Me

I spent thirty years fearing death until I sat with my grandmother as she passed. She wasn't afraid. She smiled, looked at something I couldn't see, and whispered: "Oh, it's beautiful."

That moment rewired me completely. Death isn't an ending — it's a returning. Every atom in my body was forged in a dying star. I've already been dead for 13.8 billion years before I was born, and it didn't inconvenience me one bit.

What I fear isn't death. It's an unlived life. So I live loudly, love recklessly, and trust that whatever my grandmother saw — I'll see it too.