Death is a subject I try my best not to think about, but I think about it on a daily basis. I force myself to mentally block it out when these thoughts arise, because it always arrives at the worst existential dread imaginable when I arrive at the concept of my existence being this rapidly draining hourglass that never flips over. Once all of the sand is gone, that's it. I don't get to come back. Nothingness for all eternity. I don't get to continue experiencing things I enjoy, and I'll miss out as this world keeps turning. I normally have a mild panic attack when I reach this point. Heart racing, lump in my throat, chills down my spine.
Everyone dies. There should be a comfort in that. From the poorest to the most wealthy, no one can cheat their clock running out. Not yet. Some of the most well remembered people died younger than I currently am. I don't really feel too much sorrow about becoming a forgotten grave after my children's children are gone. Hell, they may not even visit my grave. I don't visit the graves of the 2 grandparents I've lost.
The premise of this thread is what do you believe?
Sometimes I try to comfort myself by making the internal argument that everything is unknown. Perhaps time is a loop and I'm doomed to live this life, this exact moment repeatedly. Maybe I get to live this life repeatedly and alter my choices each time. Maybe my energy carries on and I'm reincarnated as another person, an animal, a plant, an ant, or even a microscopic organism. Who fucking knows.
More likely than not, it's just lights out for me and all living things, nothingness for the rest of eternity as the universe drifts apart forevermore. How tragic.
Everyone dies. There should be a comfort in that. From the poorest to the most wealthy, no one can cheat their clock running out. Not yet. Some of the most well remembered people died younger than I currently am. I don't really feel too much sorrow about becoming a forgotten grave after my children's children are gone. Hell, they may not even visit my grave. I don't visit the graves of the 2 grandparents I've lost.
The premise of this thread is what do you believe?
Sometimes I try to comfort myself by making the internal argument that everything is unknown. Perhaps time is a loop and I'm doomed to live this life, this exact moment repeatedly. Maybe I get to live this life repeatedly and alter my choices each time. Maybe my energy carries on and I'm reincarnated as another person, an animal, a plant, an ant, or even a microscopic organism. Who fucking knows.
More likely than not, it's just lights out for me and all living things, nothingness for the rest of eternity as the universe drifts apart forevermore. How tragic.