I've spent far too much time in my life so far, contemplating what death would be like. Far too much for it to be healthy.
Thoughts about not what lies beyond death (I tend to believe nothing does) but more the consequences of death. Not existing on a personal level holds no qualms for me, but my thoughts on the effect it would have on my family and to those who know and like me.
Of course we all die. It's a dead certainty (excuse the pun) and I have no real fear of death, unless heaven exists as an eternity spent in a similar state to the one we're in now.
Ironically, that would be my idea of hell.
I'd settle for nothing. After all isn't not being born yet the same thing?
And that wasn't so bad was it?
Imagining "living forever in the kinda after life people talk about" is a kinda silly and deluded way to think and very probably a complete waste of time.
When you're gone...you're gone!
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