I was thinking about my death after reading so many great topics about death, which seem to be the new fad around here. I just can't imagine dying. Maybe it's because I'm not religious, but I can't imagine just stopping. Stopping existing. What if there's nothing out there? What if all there is in this world is my body and my heart? What if dying is not that penultimate pleasure until you are judged by the feather? Dying in and of itself just seems horrible. On my deathbed, I would imagine what's going to happen, and not being able to do anything. WHy doesn't God give me the chance to tell everyone I love them when I know I won't be able to soon?
What if dying really does just feel like going to sleep, as if resting for the ultimate test, be it heaven or hell. What if I can feel my heart stopping and my brain stop thinking? What if I can feel myself losing my grasp on reality before I actually do? Maybe it's just the ideas in my head, but to stop doing what I have always been just seems horrible. Where are the billions of other people who died to give me my home and my family? Where are they in the celestial cosmos and where will I be?
What If I'm not good enough to exist as a consciousness? What if all I had ever thought and done is just a stain upon my descendants? Imagine all those years, thousands, maybe even millions of them before all of humanity joins the dead. What if I can't even see my kids or my grandkids when I die? What if all there is to death is to just stop? Not even resting, not even expecting to wake up, but to just stop being?
I need to do something so that death won't be the end of my existence (in a metaphorical sense, not go out looking for immortality).
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