Death

 

Ah yes, that part of life where we cross over to the other side. People are afraid to die. Why is that? Why be afraid to die when there's an adventure just beyond the horizon to be had? Are we so locked in this mortal coil that we just don't know what's out there on the other side of life? That we are afraid to die? Personally I would welcome it.

Now let me clarify, I'm not ready to up and end my life. There's no reason for that. Just so we're clear on that fact. But it would be interesting to see what's on the other side of the curtain as it were. Where those who have passed on live to see what it's like. Just a small vacation as it were then I'd be back. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way.

Here's what bing says about death (click it to enlarge). So that's interesting. The synonyms are interesting at best. Death is an interesting thing to study. The end of something. Something great? Maybe. Something terrible? Also a maybe. Either way, death is the stopping/end of something. It's funny, everyone goes through this process. No one can escape it. No matter how hard you try, there's no machine or process that will actually make you live longer. So why try and make it so you are able to do so? There's no reason to. Do people want to cling onto life so much that they are willing to just let go of what's on the other side? What if there are loved ones who they haven't seen or actually met there? Wouldn't you want to go there to talk with and learn from them? I think it would be fascinating.

Everyone has their own thought process of course. So it's up to you.

I find myself jealous about those who have passed on. I know it's kinda a crazy thing to be jealous about for sure. I want to be on that other side so bad some days. Like I said above, I'm not willing to off myself in order to get there. No that would be a bad thing. Something that isn't new to me of course, but something I'm just not willing to do.

When my dad passed away, I felt alone in the world. If my wife hadn't of been there, I don't know what I would have done. She helped me through it, and is still helping me through the grief process. I'm envious of my dad, he gets to see what's on the other side of life. The flip side of the coin. He's living the dream. My dream.