Death has always been a taboo subject. And for good reason. Nobody really wants to talk about death and even if they do, they always want to push what they think death is all about or the afterlife is supposed to be like.
The funny thing is that no one can really justify or rationalize death. It just… happens. More often than not without reason, remorse, or conscience. It just happens. Death leaves out nobody.
I mean, I can be typing this entry right now and before I even finish this sentence I can suffer a heart attack or something so maybe I’ll try to prolong this sentence and make it a run-on sentence just so that it won’t have to end and I won’t have to suddenl—
You know what I mean? You can be the healthiest person in your family and still the hand of death can reach over and touch you.
Personally I don’t think I’m afraid of death. I often believe that death is an escape; an escape from this world. Away from stress, heartache, debt, pain, and all the fleeting moments of happiness. For as long as I can remember, I always viewed it as an adventure to somewhere no living person has gone before (well obviously). What I am afraid of is where I go when I die. This is not just merely heaven or hell, but really, what happens when we die?
Do you believe the stuff that’s written in the Bible? Like the moment when we die will be an absolute shocker. Whatever view of God we have in our minds right now, it’s not big enough. It’s just not. Right now we can talk about death or life with our friends and nobody really has a clue. I think the moment we face the guy upstairs it will be just absolute terror and downright shame. Right now we can hide ourselves from other people. We really can. No one needs to know what we do in our spare time. Good, bad, or just plain nothing, nobody knows. We are all individuals floating through this place waiting for the right opportunity or the right moment when everything makes sense.
Or is the afterlife something totally different from what we’re told? Maybe it’s like in Ricky Gervais’ movie, The Invention of Lying where we all get mansions when we die.
I think what bothers me the most is that a lot of people don’t think about death as much as they ought to. I mean, we always say life is short, time flies, and all that crap, but if we really believe what we say, it should change us. It really should. We would live our days differently, view the world differently, and definitely view everything in a whole new light. It’s like we’re always bothered by something – work, love, parents, friends, etc. I think the moment we die, all that goes out the window. I mean, in light of death or even the idea of facing God, what else matters? The brevity of life is hauntingly staring at us and we always look at another direction.
How do you approach death? I don’t really no. That’s why I wrote a 500 + essay in ten minutes just to air all this out. Thank the high heavens for alcohol. Live long and prosper friends.