Perhaps the upside of the end is that it is the end. You can no longer fail the ones around you. No more worries about unrealized potential. No jealousy. No fear. Nothing. But that means no joy. No pleasure. No moments basking in the sun. No instances of being in the arms of a loved one and feeling what you feel reflected in their eyes. No laughter.
the end is always just that—the end.
More and more I’m hearing and reading about people believing the end is a transition to something else or a loop of the life you lived or a reset. We experience time in a linear fashion but is that only because of the skin and flesh we call our bodies. Or perhaps there is no soul and thinking—consciousness—is merely a flavor created when so many things function at once to power the same entity.
I am going to find out in time. Death comes for us all one day. I’m less and less afraid, if only because the days are less and less filled with joy and more with the things that make life unbearable.
I don’t know what awaits me on the other side of the life/death equation. I wonder each day if it is a better or worse situation than each day that I continue to survive