Life and death

I see death as an inevitable part of life. Without death there can be no life, and the other way around. They are two sides of the same coin. ⁣

But when it happens, unexpected and while the person is still so young, death is difficult to grasp. ⁣

The times I hear about death in the mountains are one of the few moments where I question my own choices. Why I do what I do and why I’m willing to push my limits and take on something that can be potentially risky.⁣
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But even when you think you’ve got it all figured out — you’ve prepared as much as you can, planned everything into detail, gathered the experience you think you need — even then the unexpected can happen. ⁣
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I think it would be a shame for me to live a life where I’m scared of death. To me that is equal to a life entirely devoid of exploration and discovering my potential as a human being. If I am not at peace with the fact that a time will come when I will not be here anymore, each day would be a constant worry about what’s around the next corner. ⁣
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To me that’s a life not lived at all. ⁣
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I think that if we follow our hearts, no matter what that looks like, when we do leave this Earth we can rest in peace knowing that we have done our very best. And as for the rest, perhaps it’s been written in the stars.