posted on Apr, 22 2013 @ 01:18 PM
I really enjoy life. I don't want to leave it..ever. And so, death is like some super jackarse bouncer at the coolest party in the universe coming
towards me and ready to shove me out the door...no running away from him, no hiding, it is going to happen eventually and there is nothing to be done
and all I can think of, while sitting at the party, is what I will miss as it progresses and I am kicked out
So, is that scared? its more like premature self mourning mixed with pointless attempts to try and hide from the bouncer/reaper so I can squeeze out
every second of the party possible before caught and ejected.
As far as the mystery of what goes on with myself after I die...I am not seeing the mystery here. We know what happens...we die, our bodies rot. Is
there some sort of soul that carries on? don't know..but I do know that once I die, I won't be able to attend my favorite bar, listen to my
playlist, watch youtube videos, flirt with the neighbor, finish whatever book I was reading on my kindle, etc etc etc...so no matter what, it is a
full loss of what I know now once I die..and that is simply depressing.