79) What Is My Biggest Fear?

​I believe everybody is at least scared of something.

What is mine?

Dying alone. (I have mentioned this a few times in my past blog entries.)

Most likely, dying alone happens when my parents, relatives, friends, and loved ones are completely gone. (So far, I already have lost my sister. I just written a previous blog post, "Losing A Loved One.")

What is my imagination of dying alone?

My 100-year-old self is stuck alone at a hospital bed. Nobody else to either support or comfort me.

Am I close to dying alone? No way near from it.

Currently, I am single. Eventually, I will find that somebody. Then, I can tell my kids, "This is how I met your mother." (It reminds me of that TV show.) My parents are still healthy (and still living continually strong). I still keep in touch with a few of my close friends occasionally.

Why only occasionally?

As we grow older, my friends and I are mainly focused on our priorities, such as work. Unlike our younger days, we hung out almost every day.

Why, so?

We had so much free time.
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Why are you scared of dying alone?

​My life coming to an end without any farewells (from my loved ones). I am human. I have feelings and emotions. (I am not a robot.)