- Joined
- Dec 16, 2025
I understand.Yeah, nobody wants to disappear, of course. That is just something we have to come to terms with eventually and something that we shouldn't let get in the way of enjoying things in life while we can.
For me, my brain sort of glitches when I approach the question of "what happens after you die?" because it's a bit of an oxymoron—in order to feel, you must be; and since I am not, I cannot be aware of the existence that I don't have? So what happens when the questions pops out of nowhere is that I "imagine" myself being devoid of stimuli: unable to see, unable to hear, unable to taste, smell, or feel anything's touch. There are no thoughts, nothing to perceive besides this so-called darkness.
And yet, funnily enough, I'm wide awake, with my eyes open, going on with my life. The "glitch," in a sense, stems from the fact that I am imagining a state of nothingness in the middle of something, similar to being hit with a blinding flash of light; expect it's the opposite. Not sure this has happened to others, but it is true that my mind is a little bit weird.
I tried to think that, which is why I talked about how shitty the Internet is: how many people would I welcome into being part of this long chain? Not a lot, if I'm being honest. And yet, there are billions of people out there; is this not a coping mechanism? Everything is! And we're back to step one.I like to think of it as if we are links in a very long chain reaching out into forever.
I know that one is not necessarily meant to prepare their entire lives in advance before they turn 25, but it's been tough to define myself as anything. I just want to be left alone, make enough money, and not be afraid of getting murdered.Perhaps heaven is just knowing that you've done what you could to make the world closer to what you perceive as the ideal?
There are two key things that I can say here, right now:
- Having failed academically, despite being not that far off schedule (a year or two, but who's counting), has been wrecking my mental health, which is expressed as a fear of dying [without having accomplished anything].
- I... don't really know what it's like to have someone my age be friends for me for longer than a decade. It forces me to go through things alone, and although both of my parents are alive, it is hard to have to rely on them for things friends should be able to do also. That explains my Beyond-Two-Souls-based "expression" over the years. Ugh.
Some say that death is neutral because it doesn't "care," but that's a bit of a stupid argument because life doesn't "care" either; they're abstract concepts. If you think living is fun, then the inability to have fun should be anti-fun; but still, death implies you wouldn't be able to feel frustrated or disappointed that you can't have fun anymore.Uh. Living is fun, I think? Idk, tbh, I still haven't figured out why exactly dying is bad. It just is ig.
