Death.
Death is almost alway something that feels scary, and something that’ll make a normal person recoil in fear every time. The very idea of non-existence is…viscerally mortifying. As much as you hated to admit it, you know this. It’s hidden deep inside your heart. Every time you ponders suicide or see someone suffering, your psyche will inevitably be tickled by the concept of death.
That niggling sensation of fear, dread, and endless subliminal despair towards the literal antithesis of life is something that mere words cannot express; since that feeling will differ from individual to individual. Every one is qualified to talk about it; yet, at the same time, no one truly understands it. People may be capable of staring death in the eye, but they aren’t always capable of letting go of their attachments. If you die, wouldn’t your family, friends, and loved ones be sad? If you were to die, would you ever a chance to try eating chocolate-chip ice cream again? The answer to former is almost certainly a yes, and the latter is almost certainly a no. Everyone have some regrets buried deep within the psyches and it will become the source of your neurosis whether you like it or not. Comprehending death requires an understanding of the concept of non-existence and a complete detachment to life as we know it.
People fear dying because it is slow and painful. But I believe it is impossible to fear something that exists so far outside of your comprehension that even the very thought of such a concept is impossible. Close your eyes and picture death; are you picturing a pitch-black world of nothingness? Yes? Then you’re doing it wrong. Darkness is merely the absence of light; nothing more, nothing less. Without eyes or brains to even perceive the concept of light, how can you perceive darkness? Is that confusing? Good. It’s meant to be confusing. Does that sounddepressing? Good. It’s meant to sound depressing.
We are all stupid monkeys orbiting around a flaming ball of hydrogen destined to blow up in a few billion years’ time on an insignificant piece of solidified cosmic fart. The human race is confined within a prison of stars that we are destined to never escape fro due to the rapid expansion of the universe. We can’t even plan and organise a manned journey to Mars yet, and we know more about the ecological makeup of exoplanets hundreds upon hundreds of light years away than we do about our own oceans. There’s so much to do, there’s so many things we are capable of despite the fact that we are imprisoned on a tiny rock floating in middle of nothingness. Close this tab, do something productive with your day, and live your life to the fullest.
Life is just death in slow motion, when time comes, embrace it with a smile on your face and try not to leave too many regrets behind. There’s so little time left, yet there’s still so may thing to do….
