The Death Blog

So, it is only 12:30 on Sunday morning and I have already had numerous near death experiences this weekend. I would elaborate on these experiences if I knew that there was no possibility that my mother would stumble upon this blog under any set of bizarre circumstances… But the details of these events are kind of irrelevant anyway, so I’ll leave you and your curiosity with that unbearable cliffhanger.

In light of these completely ridiculous events, I thought I might get all philosophical again. (I mean, I am required to get all philosophical once a week till May…) But anyways, I kind of want to be that kid that blogs about death. I mean, honestly I’ve read enough blog about “what is the meaning of life”. I’m kind of over it. I’m moving on to death.

I like to pretend that when we die, we relive the absolute best moments of our life. Like, that whole “life flashing before your eyes” thing, but it isn’t your whole life, just the good stuff. Then, once you are done reliving those moments, then you ACTUALLY die. And then you just rot and do your thing. The rotting part of death is what scares me. All my friends are like “when you die you die, then there’s nothing so you don’t have to worry” (side note, my friends are ALL atheists, weird right?) But my response to them is that “nothing” is probably the scariest thing ever. No one knows what nothing actually feels like.

One of my friends is particularly smart and obsessed with philosophy. SO while I was ranting about my fear of nothingness he just had to bring up this guy named… something. I actually don’t remember right now. But he brought up some philosopher who proposed that we should not be afraid of the nothingness after life because we pay to regard to the nothingness before our birth. This got me thinking…

If my smart friend’s point is valid, that would mean that we have all been dead before. We were all dead before we were born. Momentarily, this thought made the idea of dying a lot less frightening to me, until I really thought about it…
I feel like the nothingness before you are born cannot compare to the nothingness after you live. Before you are born no one cares about you but when you live you affect other people, you make memories, and you make friends and all of that life mumbo-jumbo. So the nothingness when you die is a lot more significant because you lose so much. This is why death still scares me no matter what my smart atheist friends tell me.