Vast The Traveler

Saw a post about a beloved pet dying and it got me thinking about my view on death itself again, and I wanted to write it out this time in case others maybe feel the same. I don’t know how long this is gonna be so bear with me on this one.

Despite what everyone says, I believe death is the end— and that’s the most beautiful thing I can think of. Knowing there’s an end gives our life meaning, like clocking out after a hard day of work, and believe me it gets hard sometimes. It also gets easier though. We have friends who talk to us and make the dopamine hit. Multiply that with someone you really love, and suddenly the work day gets easier to manage. But a wise man once said,”Too much of a good thing can turn bad,” and it’s my firm believe that there’s no greater hell than eternal life.

I don’t think a lot of people grasp long forever is. You can do everything you ever wanted to do, everything you don’t want to do, everything you could/couldn’t/would/wouldn’t/should/shouldn’t do and so on. It would take an eternity to do those things, but once you’ve done everything and look back, you haven’t even started yet. You’d still be at the starting line, and no matter how far you travel, you’d never leave it. Humans need constant stimulation in order to survive— that’s why isolation can make you so insane, and when old blissful activities provide no more stimulation, it won’t matter how good it is anymore. Nothing will matter anymore. Death makes your life matter. It keeps you from going insane while staring at endless darkness, because you won’t be seeing at all. You won’t be doing anything at all.

I like to compare it to going to bed and waking up the next day without dreaming. You don’t experience that time you were asleep, you just pop back into focus with the sun burning ur eyeballs cause you forgot to cover your window. You aren’t stare into the void forever. You aren’t going to some magical land or fire pit or field of reeds. You aren’t seeing, breathing, worrying, screaming, thinking, feeling, or existing.

You just aren’t.

And I find a lot of comfort in that. It gives me incentive to keep living and find out when and how my aren’t will come. And when it arrives, I won’t be upset because I won’t be anymore.