Excellent article. Thanks Donald, and I'm sorry for your lose.

It's interesting how you can forget so easily about what is really important. Like when you buy yourself a car or something expensive and you feel that you've 'made it' in some way. When in reality, on the grand scheme of things, it's really nothing.

When you think about death, however, and actually living this earth, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I feel anxious.

One time I threw myself from a waterfall. It was maybe 13 meters high. I swear to god, I felt the inevitability of death. In the air, I couldn't hold to anything to save my life, that was it (at least in my mind). It was such a strange feeling.

I did not die. I felt the greatest adrenaline I had ever in my entire life felt. My hands were shaking hard. I was trembling.

Such a difficult topic. I work in the mountains. Many times, your behavior up there, borders on recklessness. In those moments, I wonder whether I've conquered the fear of death, and to be honest, I realize I do not.

I don't know if what I feel has to do more with the 'first appearances' the 'first reactions' more than to my judgment.

But it's hard to judge when you're so massively scared.

I guess that the conquering of that fear comes with time, with your constant thinking of it.

It eventually lowers down, in a way?

I still feel the butterflies. I feel them right now. I know that I cannot to anything about them but to change my judgment.

I read in a book called Letting Go, by David Hawkins, that the way you free yourself from those emotions is by just feeling them and letting them go.

But you have to feel them, otherwise you'll fall in the 'what you resist, persists' idea.

How do you come about that freedom? I don't feel it's really explained anywhere. Maybe it's something so personal, it can't be explained? I've never really met anyone I feel is completely free.

But hey, thanks for the idea, it is on point.

Sorry for my ramble as well.

Cheers,

Ricardo