About 350 days of the year I am carefree and feel very confident in making future plans but then the other 15 or so, I just think...SHIT, I'M GOING TO DIE. I COULD GET HIT BY A BUS TOMORROW. OR MURDERED. OR DIE IN MY SLEEP TONIGHT.
Does anyone else have those moments where you start thinking about death? Also does anyone have any stories about death, whether from a religious or atheist perspective?