Death

 What does it feel like to be dying. Everyone is slowly dying during their life from the moment they were born. The end is inevitable for everyone. No one can escape death, no one. So why do people try to lengthen their lifespan. It doesn't make sense to me. I can't imagine living for over one hundred years. I don't think I could do it. If I had to pick a perfect point to die it would maybe be in my sixties. Just let it all be done with. There's no point in prolonging the inevitable. I wish I could just end it all right quick. But that's frowned upon in most circles of human existence. I can't argue with that logic so I will keep it to myself. So, I will live until that time comes where I am no longer alive. I don't know how best to live mind you; I'm just winging it for the most part.

How much does this life really matter to anyone. I'm not saying it has to matter, just how much does it matter. I don't quite understand it myself. It would be nice to be able to have a statistic of exactly how much life matters to people. But I doubt there is such a stat. Oh well maybe it doesn't matter.

I tend to miss out on what matters most in life. Somehow it just tends to stop being important for some reason. I don't understand why that is. It just happens. There should be a way to understand what it is I am feeling at any given moment. But I don't quite grasp onto whatever it is I am actually feeling, and I am left lost and alone.

How long can someone be alone before they go mentally unstable. Isolation has got to be a factor on something that can destroy a person, can't it? I wonder what isolation would do to me. If I had no other choice but to isolate myself from the outside world. What would happen to me. Would I die faster having given up any hope for life? Or would I just survive and strive to do my best and see whatever happens out there. Who knows.

If suicide isn't a good way to go and living out my life is the only way to go, then it would seem I have a long road ahead of myself.