On Expressing One’s Thoughts

To be perfectly frank, I am not afraid of death. One might even say I’m quite thrilled by the thought of it. I’m not trying to be morbid or anything, but what excites me really is what awaits me after death.
I am a Christian and I believe in life after death. Even more, I do believe that I am destined to go to heaven after I die. I’ve gone through moments of doubt times before but now... well, death doesn’t give a scare. I know where I am and I recognize the consequences of my actions. As long as I am breathing, I try to correct my mistakes or at the very least reconcile with those I may have offended.
Montaigne’s essay, “To Philosophize is to Learn How to Die,” spoke to me as if it was a personal letter. It spoke of truths, facts of life, things I believe in, and thoughts I go against. Of any way, it told hard truths which are practically inevitable but are seldom heard. Philosophers always catch my attention. They have this certain aura about them, best expressed in writing. I would like to call my self both a writer and philosopher but I am not in the near end of either one. If a philosopher philosophizes about life and what is not life, then I’m far from being one. Death doesn’t occur to me unless an external force incurs such matter. I haven’t experienced death of another that greatly affected me, and I’m in no little way paranoid of it. I would have to say I don’t think of such matter as often as Montaigne or any other recognized philosopher would. What I know though is that I have my own way of thinking and matters I concern myself with that others might not find interesting.
I may not be a philosopher found on a bookshelf corner and I may be different, but as any other intellect would say: I am wearing the same skin the walkers of this planet do.