I have a fear that my life is meaningless. In college I went through a period where I realized I was going to die. I wanted to continue thinking and seeing things through an immortal lens, but it was like I had woken up from a sweet dream. No matter how much I tried to close my eyes and imagine things as the way they were in my dream, I knew it was not real. Being a Christian, it made me wonder if I really believed what I said I believed.
I was at the beach with several friends one Saturday during the time that I was coming to this realization, and while we were in the water, I had gotten separated from everyone else. It was very bright. I was squinting as I looked back at the sand. The sun was hot on my shoulders and I wondered if…
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Andrew Thomasson 