It’s sad,
To think
that we may actually end some day. It’s not like I keep thinking about it all
the time, it’s just that today I came to face it again. Those sudden realities
that, when we die, we may actually do just that, die, perish, end, or whatever
we do when that time comes. It’s scary, but at the same time appealing, for one
to imagine how it will be.
I for once,
find myself drowning in those perspectives too many times. Why is it that
people do that? Why do we keep remembering that everything ends? Is it to make
every living moment that more sweet, or just to have an excuse to make
mistakes?
I confess
that, just like any other human, I’m too curious about what happens after
death, if there’s anything to happen. But that is, unfortunately, an impossible
question to answer. Unless someone is ready to die to discover the truth behind
it, someone who can come back from the dead, I believe that question will
forever be left without an answer.
But again,
I can’t quite put my finger on the reason that leads us to actually debate
those foreign possibilities. Why is death so appealing? Is it because it’s
unknown? Is it because of its obvious mysteries? Or is it just because of what
it represents? That final moment; the last breathe we drawn in this world; the
final chapter to our never ending story.
Maybe death isn’t as scary as I imagine it,
maybe there’s some kind of twisted beauty to all of it. Maybe there is life
after death but, to me, it all seems like we’re just trying to keep our minds
at ease. To me it will always look like the darkest of my thoughts, maybe until
I grow older, our maybe even until the day I die. But no matter what, death
will always be that great sea of what doesn’t exist anymore. That great sea of
nothing, nothing but forgotten memories.
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