the abyss

       I have thought long about death. I know I shouldn't think of such morbid subject but it always ends up crossing my mind every now and then. It's the white elephant in the room that is pretty hard to talk about.
         Personally, I don't believe in an afterlife. I believe you become exactly as you are before you were born, in a place where you cannot possibly be aware of anything. Sort of like an endless dream. But I know my beliefs are subject to change, I may disregard petty faith at this age, but I've never absolutely rejected any sort of divine being (But at the moment, yes I do). But that's just my current opinion. But to be as blunt as possible, there is no escape. All beings will face the end eventually. It's a depressing thought, but it's the natural cycle of life. All good things must come to an end. But I've always wondered, as my mind likes to go off tangent. I always felt that the biggest prospect of dying that's overwhelming isn't the fact your life is ending--it's dying before you have said all there is to say, and dying before doing all there is to do. The goals that we will never achieve, the things we will never get to cherish, the people we will never meet and love, and the experiences we will never encounter, that, my friends can never be bought with wealth, but only with time. And that may be obvious for some, but maybe for others, its a bleak realization. And maybe death is just simply too  hard to comprehend while you're alive, just as how life is hard to comprehend when you're dead. As for time on this limited plane of existence, I say, "come at me bro," I want life to flood me with the experiences and the encounters, so that I will never have to say, "Wish I had fucking did that.."

but then again I'm writing this at 1:49 in the morning. Of course I'm crazy.