Why do we fear death? Is it because we don’t understand it or is it because we don’t know what happens once you die?
I sincerely believe that it’s a mixture of both. You see, humans fear things they don’t understand and death is quite the mystery. If you’re religious, you probably believe in the afterlife. That depending on how you chose to live your life on earth, you’re either going to live it up in heaven or burn in the eternal flames of hell. I suppose that is enough to strike fear in one’s heart.
Death is inevitable. You could drop dead at any moment without warning. You could fall asleep tonight and not wake up. You could be driving and get into a fatal car accident.
I know this sounds morbid and depressing but that’s just the reality of things. At this point, you’re probably wondering why I’m saying all of this. Why I’m up at 3 am typing this status.
Well, for starters, once I have an idea or a thought in my head I have to write it down or it’s easily forgotten and lost forever but that’s beside the point. My point is that everything has an expiration date, it may not be labeled but it’s there. Somewhere in the future. Unstamped. Undetermined. It just exists.
Before all else, though, is now. Forget the future for a second. Forget your lust for wealth. Forget your obsessive need to look good- darling, you look good. It’s all good. And so is life without all its restrictions. Without all these rules. We deserve to be happy and free. We deserve peace and love. We deserve to walk into death’s embrace knowing that we lived freely and without fault.
But that’s just wishful thinking, isn’t it?