Scared of death or rather nonexistence?
My uncle was just recently diagnosed with stage 3 cancer. It spread from his throat, to his jaw, and down to his lungs and he doesn't have very long to live. It was in one of my daily spaceouts where I actually had a real grasp of my mortality, for the first time the idea of death hit me like a moving freighter.
Death isn't just sleep, it's the absence of thoughts. I don't believe in an afterlife, and the thought of just ending, the loss of my ability to think and comprehend and feel is a downright scary thought. Think about it: everything you are presently, were, achieved, will become, have felt - it's all feels so insignificant.
I just dunno what to do.
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