On Healing Forward

We are good. We really are.

I recently had an experience that made me emotionally ponder the fragility of life. As a result, I found with a happy feeling that I was not afraid to die. I thought about it and felt like I had no regrets, that my conscience was clear, and that doing everything with love and from my heart is all I can do. I can strive to be true to my soul and to not hold back, and the rest is mysterious.

Obviously, this is not a gloomy post. I am extremely fond of being alive and doing my thing. I plan to be around for a very long time and be as useful as I can. But it was interesting to discover that I was not afraid of dying and felt at peace.

The first time when I discovered having no fear of dying was when I was in Southern China years ago, in the middle of nowhere, attacked by a stranger. I remember very vividly how it was unusual but not terrifying at all. That time around, I was mostly feeling surprised but not scared until the intellectual understanding kicked in. All clearly ended well, bef…