Have you ever thought about it? I’m sure you have. I’m sure it comes up.
We are all faced with it, we all have to think about it.
“What is death?”, “What comes after death?”, “Why do/did we/they have to die?”, “Death is tragic.”, “I hope it doesn’t happen to me.”
I’m sure most of us have thought these thoughts at one point or another.
Death is inescapable, in more ways than one
Death Surrounds us.
Pets, family, friends, war, plants, news/television, winter, houseplants, it’s all around us.. and many are afraid. Why are we afraid? Well, a few reasons: maybe you’re atheist and feel that upon death we go into eternal blackness, maybe you’ve done bad things and are worried about being held accountable for your actions, maybe you love life, maybe you fear loss– most all of this stems from one single fear, fear of the unknown.
Death is also inescapable in that everything must experience it. It is unavoidable and it is one of the most common unknowns for people.
Everyone knows it’s coming, and yet many choose not to think about it and/or avert their gaze to their unavoidable destination.
Avoiding death in this manner is the same as not preparing for a trip to another country properly. Are you ready to take this trip to another country? Did you research the customs and language? Did you pack properly? Are you mentally (and in this case spiritually) prepared for an entirely different experience than you’ve ever had before?
If the day for departure came and you hadn’t saved funds, packed anything, researched beforehand, and still had to get on a plan for a journey with no end date you’d probably be very anxiety ridden if not scared.
And why would we be scared? Because we don’t know anything about where we’re going and have no idea whether we are actually prepared.
Fear/Hate of death stems from the fear of the unknown
Fear/Hate of ANYTHING stems from the unknown– from spiders, to rock climbing, to people, to the greatest “mystery” known to man– everyone fears/hates things because of a lack of understanding.
One could certainly say that fears/hates stem from a proper understanding and this is true, but I would personally say that true/proper/complete understanding is difficult to achieve which makes lack of understanding far more common than complete understanding (especially regarding the subject of death); especially so when one takes into consideration how often people say they “get something” when they really don’t (this is sometimes no fault of their own, sometimes we don’t know what we don’t know, ya know?).
Should one obtain actual true understanding of something/someone (and I mean absolutely as true as can be), they would be simply be unable to fear/hate whatever it is they’re directing their attention towards. True understanding means you know how that something/someone came to be, that you understand their nature and inclinations.
For example, you can’t be upset at a rambunctious dog that barks, doesn’t listen, nips/bites/growls, or behaves a certain way around a certain type of person. Why? Well if you know anything about dogs, then you know that their behavior is directly related to the owner(s) they had and the life that they’ve lived thus far. You cannot direct your fear/hate toward the dog, but you can certainly direct it towards the owner.
You drop something, are you mad at gravity or yourself? Hopefully neither, but probably not gravity. Get me?
What do you know about death, really?
“What does anyone know about death? One of the things about death is that it’s unknown, nobody can know it”, you may say.
Well, answer my question and we can certainly address that.
You may say something along the lines of, “It’s the one thing that happens to everyone and nobody knows what happens after”. And that really is about the only thing most people can say about it.
I can tell you what I know about death.
Death was essentially one of the very first concepts that was introduced to me as a living being.
My father passed when I was seven months old. I was raised by a single mother for the first six years of my life.
You may think, “oh I’m sorry” or, “oh that’s tragic”. But it’s really not, at least it wasn’t for me. It was certainly something people who knew my dad were sad about and thought to be tragic. But you see, as a human you come in knowing nothing of the world. The world is already here when you get here and everything is the way that it is. As such, there is yet no concept formed of “right” or “wrong”, “bad” or “good”, everything just simply “is”.
I was fortunate enough to not know my father, and thus his death didn’t hang over me the same way it did everyone else. I can only imagine the type of person that I would be if I had known something of him and pedestalized him and/or been much more affected by his death. So I wasn’t able to be sad about the “loss” of my father because I never knew him, I never knew what it was like to have a father. I couldn’t even understand it. You cannot be sad about losing something that you never knew what it was like to have in the first place.
If I told you that the cat/dog (alphabetical order) you have 50 years from now dies, how would you feel?
When my mom told me about my dad, either of her own volition or when I asked, the answer was straight (which I am grateful for). She said, “FCP, your daddy died in an accident. He was on the way to see family and God took him up to be an angel.” As a kid I said, “oh ok!” and that’s just the way it was. No more, no less.
This was the first time I noticed a disconnect between myself and the world.
At times I thought there may have been something wrong with me. How come everyone I knew was just so sad about this? I was completely incapable of understanding how to feel sadness about this, no matter how much I wanted to.
The only thing I could be sad about, is how sad everyone else was about it. I wasn’t sad, but the same thing could certainly not be said of my mother. I’m not sure if you’re able to properly imagine what it could be like to be a young mother, married to the love of their life, a brand new son in the world, the very beginning a promising future of a complete and happy family— only for that to be taken away due to an accident that was really nobody’s fault. No one to blame or be mad at, no real reason for it to happen, it just did. The idea and future of your complete and loving family, an integral part of the familial unit ripped away from you on some random Friday of no real significance.
If you are capable of imagining even an inkling of this situation (those who have gone through the same/similar experiences), realize that you only feel a fraction of what she felt and that the pain/anguish within her heart was something that no words will ever be able to encapsulate.
Though I could not understand her sadness, I experienced it first hand. She did her best to hide it from me. Tears would well up randomly and she would say “it’s fine”, muffled tears and cries of grief and agony would come from the living room after she thought I was asleep, or would wake me up from my sleep.
I would lay awake at night, crying because I didn’t want my mom to be so sad.
I would lay there, in the dark, my mom’s cries echoing down the hallway, and I would pray to God (I was raised catholic) to bring my dad back.
I would say, “God, how could you ever do something to make my mom so sad? Could you please bring my dad back? I don’t want my mom to cry, I don’t want my mom to be sad.”
No answer, even after multiple tries– or at least no answer that I was able to discern as a small child.
After trying that for long enough, I took a new approach, “God, please, my mom is so sad.. Is there something I can do? Could I trade places with my dad please? If I promise to be really good will you do it? You can take anything, I’ll trade you anything to have my dad back. Please God, I just don’t want my mom to be sad and cry anymore.”
Again, no answer (to my perception) and no trade was made after multiple different requests. I began to concede that God wasn’t going to bring my dad back. I took one last approach.
“Ok God, fine, I guess you’re not going to bring my dad back. But see, you took something away from us. You took my dad and all of the happiness/laughs/love that we would have had a lifetime of together. How could you do that? That’s not fair. You’ll have to give me something and that was a big thing you took away. Could I have the power to control time? Could I have the power to fly? Could I have super speed? Could I have the power to turn invisible? Could I please control the elements? (I was really into superheros and this was my dad, something priceless, God would have to pay up with something of greater or equal value.)
And of course, I sit here today, no superhero powers to speak of. At the time I thought it was because God knew I probably would have taken advantage of these and may have caused more harm than good. Now I know it’s because he gave me something even more valuable than all of that, but I digress, this article isn’t about that.
As a young Catholic, this was another thing I couldn’t understand at the time
I was taught that God is omnipotent, loving, kind, always listening, all good, answers prayers, had a reason for everything, yada yada– we all know what people say about God. So I really didn’t get it.
If God was omnipotent, why didn’t he stop it? If God answered prayers, why didn’t he answer mine? If God had a reason for everything, what possible reason could there be for him to take my father away from my mother and I?
I prayed and I prayed and I prayed, each time triggered by the late night cries of my mom. You can only pray for so long with your mom crying in pain in the background as a child before you come to a few different conclusions coming to mind:
- God isn’t real.
- God is real and doesn’t care.
- God is real and created us and left.
- God is real and won’t meddle in our affairs for whatever reason.
All of which drew me to the conclusion: At the very least, God isn’t going to do anything.
And thus, if God isn’t going to do anything then I must be the one to do it. I will have to be strong for my mom, I will have to make her happy, God isn’t doing anything for me so I’ll do it for myself.
I could die at any average random moment, just like my dad. I must be the best son possible, I must learn and experience everything because if this life is all there is then I must live it up. Anyone could die at any moment and they’re not coming back, I must cherish and love every person because I could lose them at any average random moment.
If all of the stuff that everyone told me about God isn’t true, which was the conclusion I came to at the time, then there is no heaven or after-death. It was then that I became an atheist, or at least an off-shoot of atheism where if there is a God, they’re not doing anything.
The only thing I feared was death
Facing death as one of my first mental battles set me up for success in approaching life. I had yet to conquer it, but that was the only thing I was unable to conquer for the majority of my life (not conquering death till somewhere around 2016-2018).
When the worst thing that could ever happen to you is death how can anything else be scary?
While I am an atheist/agnostic no longer, the benefits of that method of thinking were two:
- With the potential of the scariest thing possible being able to happen at any single moment, how could I not have a lust for life every second that I was alive? I must make the most of my time here because it is precious and I will never know when it will go away.
- If any change or anything I wanted were to come to fruition it would not come as a result of prayer, I would have to do it with my own two hands and feet.
It was due to this mindset that I had developed a love for shows like Avatar: The Last Airbender, Dragon Ball Z, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Naruto shows with an eastern influence where the capability of their characters were always only limited to how much they trained and how much “they wanted it” aka the discipline/power of their mind.
The capabilities of an individual to achieve their dreams or change the world was a direct result of how much work they put into things because nobody else was going to do it for them. They had to do it, and nothing could stand in their way.
With death as my only fear, I sought out to conquer it as well.
At the time I thought that there was no truth to the Bible, or at least no truth that would benefit me. However this didn’t mean that there couldn’t be truth elsewhere.
At first I was trying to find the one answer to solving my one fear: immortality.
I researched the occult (Magic/Vampires/Litches). In an infinitely expanding world, anything was possible. Why would these legends exist unfounded? Perhaps you could say it was due to a lack of education, however, almost all fables/stories have some truth to them. And let’s entertain the possibility that they exist like I did as a child, if they did exist, the world certainly wouldn’t tell you about them.
There are only three options for these tales in my mind: They exist but the powers that be keep their existence quiet so that most people can live normal lives (can you imagine what people would do if they knew that anything “supernatural” existed?), the “supernatural” saw the world changing and in an effort to continue their existence they found a way to hide themselves or pretended to be driven (or perhaps actually were driven) to extinction, OR these stories had other implications/truths/meanings within them– again, why else would we have all of these stories?
Alas, all of these paths led me to dead ends for me, perhaps I could have picked up the trail if I had tried. Part of the issue was not having the funds/time/mind to pursue the trail properly. How could I ever chase down something from the beginning of time, especially something that was likely supposed to remain hidden?
Eventually, I abandoned actively seeking immortality. It would be some time before I had the capability to find it and as time had passed I expanded my thoughts about immortality and what it would be like to have it.
While sounding cool, would it really be so great to be immortal? Depending on the rules of the immortality, you could perhaps die in a fire, in an act of violence, by starvation, or disease.
Say you did have the type of immortality where nothing could kill you, would you really want to have that? It would have to be a secret, not everyone could have immortality or we may have some real problems on our hands. You would try everything, do everything, and eventually get bored. You would watch everyone you know and loved pass on. You would have to move every so often once you noticed people commenting on how young you look for your age.
Say you successfully remained concealed as time progressed, there’s no denying that entropy can never be reversed (aka The Second Law of Thermodynamics). As such, unless you jumped into a Sun, Black Hole (maybe), or Volcano you would live to see the Sun expand and eat the Earth. Say we achieve migrating off of Earth, you would live to see every star begin to blink out. Regardless of anything, you would always end in a not-so-pleasant manner. I fell out of love with the idea of immortality.
Living forever was no longer an option but I was still afraid of the great unknown. I began to seek out ways to ensure I could make the most of this life while I’m here, and ways to avoid an untimely death.
I eventually fell into the realm of metaphysics.
I liked metaphysics because it was science based and made total sense to me since ultimately, we are intelligent vibration/light it only makes sense that we possess the properties of vibration as well. Everything in the universe and including what we are made at our very basic building blocks vibrates or if you want to be more fun, wiggles!
You there, in that body, are not actually that body. We know this because of people in comas, the elderly, and death in general. Eventually, every person just stops moving– the brain is there, the body is there, but nothing is happening.
You are the vibration within your brain/body, not your brain/body itself. You are only your thoughts (vibrations), nothing else. One of the perks of being a horse is running on the prairie, one of the perks of being a whale is swimming through the ocean, one of the perks of being an eagle is soaring above it all— what do you think the perks of being vibration/light are?
The perks of being intelligent vibration/light are too many to tell, but on the bright side all you need to do is study physics or art and you can find them all. One of the first I will share is being able to resonate with others and the world around you. To put it simply if you sing the pitch of a tuning fork, the fork will begin to sing with you. The same principal is true of people and for anything you could ever want in life, all you have to do is sing the right tune and you will encourage the resonation/feedback/proliferation/growth of anything you like.
Just in case you hadn’t thought ahead quite yet, the way you resonate brings to you more of what you resonate.
How are you resonating? Do you project negativity or positivity into situations? Are you getting what you want out of life? Are your actions resonating properly with your mind?
Death isn’t and shouldn’t be scary, but when many think of Death they can’t help but be scared. Not to anyone’s fault of their own of course, this has been planted/ingrained within us and our society/culture. We are bred to fear death because death is profitable. Funeral homes, anti-aging chemicals, a “healthy” salad costing $14, medicine upon medicine upon medicine, all to keep scary death away. Death has been transmuted to produce a profit, the same as war.
The funny thing is that there’s no escaping death, all of these methods are but trifling attempts to stave off that which we all return to.
The way we view death in the western first world is not even close to the way that we ALL viewed death if we turn back our time far enough.
Death used to be, and still is a transition into the next phase of life. Imagine it like climbing up a ladder to the second floor, taking a boat from one port to the next, or walking with a friend towards your next adventure. Have you ever asked why the grim reaper is portrayed so “negatively”? An entity of bones, in a dark (sometimes tattered) cloak, a scythe, silent with a finger beckoning them and leading souls to their next destination.
Why couldn’t death be a friendly train conductor with a bushy mustache, bright smile, warm demeanor, and a playful glint in his eyes saying, “Hey there and welcome. I’ve got your ticket here, hop on in and I’ll make sure to take good care of you and get you where you’re going. Go on, make yourself comfortable and I’ll happy to get you anything you like and answer any questions you may have!”? 🙂
There is an interesting thing I would like to say about trains here– you don’t have to board them; extrapolate on that as you will.
Death could certainly appear like that. Nobody knows, we can’t know until we get there. So why let yourself believe the scary version of death?
If we’re all going there, and can never know when we go… whether it’s destiny or fate… why do we stress about this? If you’re thinking about when/how you leave the party, you’re not actually in the present enjoying your time there. Doesn’t that seem like such a waste?– worrying about something unknowable?
What’s more conducive to a healthy mind? Hopeful thinking or detrimental thinking? What do they say when you’re walking and balancing on a ledge? “Don’t think about falling off or you will.” A physical example of resonating something within yourself and the world resonating in that same manner.
When you drive to work, do you think about getting there or do you think about crashing? What happens when you think that?
Negativity/anxiety/sadness/anger has never helped a situation, why should this be any different?
The only reason I can think for people being afraid of death and not thinking positive thoughts about it are twofold.
#1 – They are atheist.
Say you don’t believe in God, then you probably don’t believe in anything after death. You believe that we enter the black, we stop existing. This one life is all we get and then, nothing.
Atheism had a couple benefits in my life for about 20 years. I would not be the same person that I am today were it not for atheism and I am grateful for what it gave me.
First of all, in not believing there’s a God you can come to a couple conclusions— People are the root of all problems and you are the one that has control over your life.
Nobody is responsible for you but yourself. You didn’t ask for this. Nobody planned it, but here you are, dealing with the world. There’s a of bad in the world, far too much. Nobody is going to come and save us and we are responsible for all of our problems. That’s a very powerful mindset.
This point of view places you into the drivers seat of your life (unless you chose to have the unhealthy victim/oppressed mentality). This view, more often than not, puts the power into your hands. Your power of the world is only limited by what you know (this is true, regardless of anything). As such, you are a warrior for people and want the best for the world.
If this brief period of 100ish years is all that people get to experience, then we must make it the best we can for everyone as much as possible.
Second, atheists believe this brief period of 100ish years is all that people get to experience. This provides them with a lust for life should they choose to take the healthy perspective (a distaste for the “misery” of life if they choose the unhealthy perspective).
This lust for life living beings them to want to be the best they can be, to learn everything they can about the world and to live life to the fullest. Be nice to people, do good, if this is it, it may as well be pleasant and we may as well contribute to the greater good while we can.
After all this, it goes to blackness, lights out. What’s it like to not be alive, being alive is all you’ve known? How does it feel to feel nothing? You’ve “lost” your family/friends and they’re “losing” you.
Life is so sweet… and then black.
(I have no problems with atheism, I very much understand wanting proof or proper sense to be made of the world based on observable data.)
#2 – They have not lived such a great life or are ashamed of it
A lot of us feel worthless. Have you ever listened to the way that people talk about themselves sometimes? Have you ever listened to the way that people talk about others? Do you know the thoughts that some people have behind their eyes where nobody can see them?
There’s all sorts of people out there and they all talk differently based on their perspective. A perspective I see pretty often is how bad/worthless someone is. Some talk about themselves in a way that they would never say to a stranger who didn’t deserve it. Most would be furious if anyone said these things about their parents or friends and they didn’t deserve it. Why do some people talk about themselves in this way?
Maybe they’re not aware and it’s just their “normal”, perhaps they actually think that they do deserve it?
If they do think they deserve it, do they really deserve it or have they just painted themselves in that light?
If they’ve painted themselves in this light and don’t deserve it they need to pay attention to their thoughts, catch them, observe them, follow them to their source, and with an outside perspective (which is tricky for the inexperienced) see if that’s something that they misevaluated and they can let go, or decide that it’s something from the past that they can finally see as unhelpful and put to bed.
It’s possible they do deserve it, we really don’t know what someone has done when nobody has been watching, what they have gotten away with. Someone very well may have taken the actions that many would consider as the path to Hell.
This is why they are afraid, the possible judgement. They have no idea who or what will be waiting on the other side of things. It’s still the unknown that drives this fear ultimately, it really doesn’t matter what flavor you take, these are just some of the traveled paths. There are also many who say they believe in Heaven, saying that Heaven is a beautiful paradise where everything is perfect, and yet these people are also afraid of death. Probably because singing and frolicking forever in the “heart of ultimate good” in white robes always being “good” sounds terribly drabby. A lot of the funnest stuff (at least to some people) has been said to be in hell.
Or maybe, in regards to Heaven, they feel that that’s the true end and they’re stuck there forever in eternity. Eternity in one ultimate place would definitely get boring, we have already talked about the downsides to immortality– there is only one difference with immortality in the standard picture of Heaven that people abide by is that it’s perfect, and there’s no exit, it doesn’t end. Given infinity you could experience everything and once you experience everything in Heaven there is no doubt that you would get bored of it all. Stuck in a prison pretty much at that point, may as well be Hell but without all the sex, drugs, and inebriants.
So we can see from either standpoint a western religious standpoint or an atheist’s standpoint, that both views are pretty depressing.
Sure it’s ok to have these views and dance that jive if that you like. Nobody is stopping you or should tell somebody how to live/see things.
You can think of death however you like. But I do have to tell you that these negative points of views and being afraid of it really isn’t healthy or conducive towards your future.
As fear of death has continues to spread, it continues to have detrimental effects. Fear of death has brought people to have unreasonable other fears by default. Fear of guns, fear of car accidents, fear of sickness, fear of drowning, fear of heights, fear of animals, the list can only go on…
Fear of death in the western world has allowed for the expansion (or at least push) of governmental powers. Expansion of governmental powers that our founding fathers had never envisioned.
The government was only ever meant to put out fires, build roads, and protect our civil liberties. And yet now we have allowed it power over us with a mind that “daddy government” will solve all of our problems. Daddy government can say we have to have seat belts, need handrails on ledges, provides us with healthcare, wear masks.
It’s funny, when people en masse are faced with death, they fear it like the plague. They very much freak out and discard personal responsibility in favor of forced consideration. Don’t get me wrong, people should be considerate, but nobody should ever be able to say “you HAVE to do this out of consideration of other people.” We all have the freedom to choose and we have to respect that, even if that choice is someone making inconsiderate choices. You have the freedom to choose what you do and they have the freedom to choose what they do. They should choose to be considerate, but you can’t get mad at them for making the decisions they make… well.. you can, but it’s certainly not conducive to the situation at hand; it would be better if people would realize that everyone is going to make whatever decisions they would like to make and accommodate their own decisions accordingly, after all, you can only control your own actions and nobody else’s.
They will make their decision and deal with the consequences. Why stress/worry/be angry over things that are out of your control? i don’t know… maybe you like wasting your energy and directing it at negativity. (Don’t worry, I won’t kink shame you 😉 )
So how does one learn to overcome their fear of death?
(If you’ve just never thought about death, I would suggest doing so, it’s the one thing in this life you likely cannot avoid and will greatly benefit you as your time continues to approach.)
If you’re afraid of the dark or what’s in it, you need only shine a light to be rid of the darkness and assure yourself there’s nothing there.
You just need to learn about what it is you’re afraid of. Education is the key to overcoming fear– if you can’t learn enough about what it is to love it, at least you can figure out how to handle it when/if it comes.
Where to learn about death? Oh, come now, you can figure that one out. I would suggest paths for you to take but the paths I would suggest would only help a certain number of people.
You must decide where you will look to learn about death. Maybe go to some source (book/website/movie/tv show/religion/philosophy) that resonates within you. If you’re interested in it, then that will help the learning process. Alternatively, you can look everywhere; every single group of peoples (especially the ancients) have a plethora of thoughts on death. You may look in all these places and take what you believe to be right, you may find the conflicts that don’t make sense, you can find the parallels as well. Maybe the right answer is the parts that all the different religions agree on separately (many beliefs have coinciding thoughts).
I’ve done this, I’ve looked across cultures/philosophies/schools of thought. I’ve digested them with a scientific and psychological rigor. I will let you know and maybe you can let me know what you find (have found) as well, I’d be interested to know. At the very least, it’ll give you something to think about if you like.
My point of view: Death is not the end and you’ve got to stop giving it so much weight.
I cannot wait to die, really. I am so excited to die, but that’s because I know what’s waiting for me. I know it’s greater than absolutely everything; it’s better than any food/drink/sex/drug that exists. It’s better than the greatest pleasure you could ever know.
I wish I could wholly and come completely share with you what I know of death and what’s unavoidable and coming for everyone. I really wish I could beam this image, these feelings into your head because words don’t do it justice. Words don’t even begin to brush the surface of what I know and what I have seen beyond this Earthly plane.
All I can really tell you is that you’ll be fine. You’re gonna be great, it’s going to feel beyond amazing when it comes.
Can you imagine leaving this physical plane? Leaving needing food/water/sleep, leaving pain/suffering, leaving the cumbersome and limited physical vessel, not ever needing to pee again– can you see it? It’s marvelous… and yet you weep for those who you have “lost” those who left “too early”, those who encountered an “unexpected” and “unfortunate” demise.
Why do we mourn these souls? We have not lost them. They have not left existence. The Conservation of Energy is an ABSOLUTE LAW, and yet people feel as if those who have (hopefully) moved on are lost forever.
Where does the spirit go??? Really Nobody knows, but one thing that any scientist can tell you is that they don’t disappear, they merely move onto another frequency or harmonic. We are WAVES, we ARE INTELLIGENT INFINITY, we are LOVE, we are LIGHT, we are VIBRATION.
Nobody truly “dies” aka “ends”. In infinity there are no ends and WE LIVE IN INFINITY (infinitely expanding universe, infinitely small parts, infinitely larger parts).
WE CANNOT DIE
And that is the truth, we do not die, we keep on living. upon death our vibration continues. We, who we are at our core, still continue.
It would do everyone well to stop being afraid of death. It would do everyone well to stop mourning death. To stop worshiping life and materialism would do everyone well.
We worship food, celebrities, science, technology– we “abandoned” our old Gods and have adopted new ones. We have removed our spirituality for the physicality. Nothing about life is worth worshiping as we do.
We worship life, we worship science/technology, we worship materialism. We worship these things in lieu of the real truth.
We have abandoned our old Gods for new ones– but it is a downgrade. We now worship inanimate things and think of this physical existence on this Earth plane as all that there is. This needs to stop.
We mourn those who move on before us, when really we should be celebrating that they are no longer in this needless field of negativity/pain/suffering.
We lose NOTHING when we or others pass on. Stop being sad/mad/upset, when someone passes on. Why are you sad/mad/upset when you have lost nothing?
Even if you are sad/mad/upset, again these feelings have never helped anything, it would be far better for you to feel grateful for the time that you had, rather than dwell on the feeling of loss.
Moving on is not the end, there is no end!
There is no end, if you read my article about absolutes then you may realize that absolutes do not exist!
There is no end, again, THERE IS NO END!
The book of your life, or better said, the book of your experiences has no covers. Proceeding into death is simply the ending of a chapter.
You do not end , just like the universe, because YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE!! (and possess all of its properties!).
There is a great adventure of unimaginable magnitude awaiting you beyond the physical constraints we’ve placed upon ourselves.
We are stuck in a whirlpool but we choose to not swim out of it, we don’t board the train.
In conclusion
Death is coming, have you thought about it? Are you prepared? Will you be ok? Are you going to let yourself fall slave to your fears? Are you prepared to move forward? Will you board the train? Are you living every day as it could be your last random nondescript Friday? Will you do your homework for the future or be self absorbed in the current moment of your life?
There are no wrong answers.
Wishing you all the best,
FCP 🙃
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