This used to be a subject I handled well, I used to comfort friends who got depressed over such thoughts, but all of a sudden the past month or two I myself can't get it out of my mind. I'm going to die. Not today, not tomorrow, not even soon (if luck serves me well), but at some point there's no question about it, I'm going to die, and that's starting to terrify me. It's like we fear doomsdays for we believe we may die, but somehow forget that we all have our own personal doomsday ahead and that one's a guaranteed event. The sheer thought of it alone is wrenching my gut right now. My life isn't perfect, not even close, but I don't want to loose it nonetheless and enter total nothingness. Thinking that no matter what I do that's exactly what's going to happen come a few decades is depressing me greatly lately. Any achievement I make would feel useless as I won't even be there to see the extent of my success if talking about leaving behind a legacy.
I'd love to believe in afterlife, I envy those who do, but the fact is that there's practically no undeniable evidence what so ever that one exists. As far as we're aware we just become nothing. I can't really think of it as peaceful because we would have no sense of peace, no thought, no feeling, nothing. We're just not there no more.
Does anyone have any thoughts or facts to share on this subject to possibly ease my mind?
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