I am afraid to die.
I know this because for a while, I wasn’t. I was writing my first book, and so immersed in work I loved that it was as if magic dust had been sprinkled on everything. I was filled with such a sense of purpose and peace that if someone had asked me what I thought about dying, I think I would have brushed off the question. “Well, whatever,” I can imagine having said. “I just want to get back to my book.”
The minute I turned in the manuscript, it returned— what Gregg Levoy, author of Callings, calls a low- grade, background anxiety about death.
It made me think the secret to life is doing the work we are meant to do.