I tend to get scared when I think about my life.
What happens when it just ends?
I've never really believed in a god or an after life.
All of that just seems silly and make believe.
But I've found that I'm left needing comfort.
There's nothing telling me that everything will be okay.
And tend to kind of seek this comfort.
So I try to push these thoughts out of my head.
But what happens when I die?
In 200 years I will mean nothing.
And I know that I'm eventually going to die.
So there isn't anything I can do to stop it.
But the world doesn't revolve around me.
That's something I've never really understood.
I mean I get the basics, not many people even know me.
But I still don't really GET that.
Which brings us back to my little dilemma.
When I die, that's just it, I'm gone.
And my mind can't comprehend this kind of dilemma.
And at the end of the day I'm scared to just be gone.