- November 21st, 2009
Why are we so scared of death? That’s the question whose answer I’ve been looking for but never found. I am scared of death. But why?
What is death anyway? The dictionary says that death is the action of dying or being killed, the end of a person’s or an organism’s life. It also defines “die” as “stop living”, “live” as “be alive and not dead”, which doesn’t really make much sense in the end. How do you define “life”? Does “breathing” mean “living”?
In a way, death is the defunct state of the body. What I don’t understand is that when we die, will all our thoughts and feelings and visuals just disappear? Just like that and it seems like they’ve never been there at all? I mean, the physical part of death is visible, it’s obvious to everyone. What about the state of the mind? Where do they go? The idea of my thoughts vanishing like they’ve never existed is very likely what petrifies me.
I don’t know if I believe in afterlife, or ghosts. They’re probably just as scary as death. Do they really exist? How are these people feeling? Do they have relationships with one another like we do? I’m not sure if I want to know.
I don’t know why I’m thinking about this right now, and it’s actually quite intimidating that I am. I’m a little afraid now, I guess. Some of my family members are very unwell, some of them are not long for this world. I’ve never had any experience with death before, so I’m not sure if I can handle it well when I have to. I know I will have to, some day. All I can do is to keep my fingers crossed and hope that the day will come later rather than sooner.