Living with strained bones.

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For a long time, I feared death. I feared waking up in another world, or on the contrary, not waking up at all. But I no longer fear death. I do, however, fear life. I fear a life unlived. To put it in another’s words far more poetic than my own, Jonathan Safran Foer once wrote, “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”

While I don’t fear my bones being buried, I do fear living with strained bones.

By Cole Schafer

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