On Life and Death
So I have this fear of death. Not that I am going to die soon or in some horrific way, but that I am going to die at all. I mean, we all know that one day, one way or another, we are going to die. Whether it’s by a horrific accident, a life threatening disease or from basic old age; we die.
My fear lies beneath the unknown; what happens after you die. This is a religious topic. Some believe that you simply don’t exist anymore. Others believe that you are reincarnated and come to be in another life. Ascending to heaven and spending eternity with the Lord is the more favored scenario. Me, avoiding death alltogether sounds like the plan I would like to sign up for. Unfortunately for me I have no say.
So what really happens when you die? I am talking more than just funerals, burrials and spending eternity 6 ft. under. Do we keep our memories from earth? I’d like to hope so. What is the whole point of spending 70+ years on earth if we cannot keep our memories of what we did while we were here. Can we communicate with other souls? That would be fantastic. I would love to talk to everyone I knew from my past in heaven. It would be like a fantastic party that never ended. But what would there be to talk about after you have talk to everyone and reminisced about all of the past?
I heard someone say once that after living for 80 years or so you will just be tired of living and want to die and move on. I don’t see how that can happen. I cannot imagine not wanting to live. Isn’t that why suicide is seen as wrong? I want to live. I want to have a fantastic life and I want there to be an afterlife. Death, don’t you dare come for me!
