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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVsQLlk-T0s
i am confident that when my time comes, i will have done everything i wanted to
Perhaps it might be in the presence of bodies, perhaps it might be in the presence of a photo of one. Perhaps you'll ruminate on how you like all other manners of life will succumb to entropy and decay. And perhaps you'll in turn learn to accept the inevitability of death.
Just don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Like if I was in a car accident and moments away from death, I don't want to be laying there thinking "damn, I wish I finished that book I was reading" *dies* At that point I'd be more irritated than scared.
What I fear is what if even reincarnation theory doesn't exist? What does it feel like to not exist for an "eternity?" Do the lights go out and everything you love, hate, admire or abhor goes away forever? Will you see your loved ones in the hereafter? Or will your consciousness be destroyed like what possibly happened to them?
Part of me hopes that I will see my dead relatives once I go, but that might turn out to be a pipe dream rather than a "reality."
When you die you wont even know it. Thats how gentle death is.
It can be a shocking and scary experience as you somehow realize you will disappear and there is nothing you can do about it.
Right now we're just talking because we felt nothing.... Which is good. : >
(Epicurus)
Only then will they evaluate the level of appreciation for their own life. Not the beating of the heart but the conscious life and all its memories they have lived up till that exact point.
Coming into existence and its expunging are but two points only given form and personal meaning by the journey taken between.