This is going to be long, and probably won't make
much sense, but I feel the need to write this.
Okay, so I have this massive fear of death/dying. Honestly, other
people dying doesn't bother me all that much, but the sheer
thought of me dying can literally keep me up all night.
Of course, people will always say that I'm not really scared
of death, but that I'm scared of the unknown and whatnot, and
while that is true in some ways, thinking it over, there's
so much more.
For one, I'm not entirely scared about not knowing
what'll happen after I die, but more like what the options
are. From what I can tell, there are three options: afterlife,
reincarnation, and nonexistence.
I guess I'll expand on the afterlife (and the most common
depiction of it) first. This must seem like the most comforting
option, right? Even after you die, you still get to live!
Isn't that great? Well, no, it isn't. Let's start
with the idea of heaven—a beautiful, peaceful place
probably all filled with hope and greatness. Wow! I just want to
head over there right this instant. But I don't. I really
don't know how to explain this, and it honestly confuses me a
lot, but heaven terrifies me. I think it has something to do with
how it'll never end, and my personal belief that such a
perfect place is probably actually horrible to live in. Places of
perfection, with no room for bad feelings, or bouts of despair,
seem too good to be true, you know? But yeah, heaven doesn't
bode well with me. Next, we have hell. It's pretty obvious
why I don't like that place, so let's just not go on with
Alright, so now we have to deal with reincarnation. So you get to
be reborn. Woohoo! New life, yeah! This way you never truly die.
You just keep going on and on and on and on! The reason this
scares me is because I like how I am as my current self.
To be reborn again, that gives the possibility to be born in a
complete different environment, right? And your environment and
the circumstances in which you were raised helps shape you into
who you are, right? Well, I don't want to take that
sort of chance. I don't want to have the chance to be a
different person! Who knows, I might end up agreeing with
everything I'm against in my new life. I really don't
want that. Doesn't that mean that I'll stop existing as
Speaking of not existing, we have our third, and finally, option:
nonexistence. Basically, you just 'sleep forever'. A
permanent coma, if you will. Yeah, no. As implied by the name,
with this option, I'll stop existing. I hate that. You know
what happens when people stop existing? They become forgotten.
People who no longer exist don't have the right to
be remembered, don't they? They're gone; they don't
matter anymore. And when things no longer matter, you get rid of
them. Of course, this matter of 'no longer existing'
doesn't apply to important people. Important people don't
really stop existing, even after death, because they're
important. They matter. Important people have a place in
this world, and therefore we remember them. But I'm not
important, and I probably never will be. So, when I die, and when
I stop existing, I will be forgotten. "Oh, nobody will
forget you!" you may say, but how are you so sure? It
happens. It'll always happen!
I can't stand that. I have to be remembered, but I'll never
amount to anything that'll guarantee that. Even if I somehow did
manage to do at least something remarkable, it probably
wouldn't be big enough to warrant remembrance anyway. To be
honest, I'm not so sure why being forgotten bothers me so much.
It just does. So to make sure I'm never forgotten, I need to
live. But that's. Not. Possible.
Everybody dies. I have to die. There's no loophole.
Being forgotten is unavoidable, and that scares me so