I'm not afraid of dying.
I mean, I don't want to be in pain or anything.
No one likes pain. (well, except for those few crazies)
But that's not what I'm worried about.
It's that age-old question:
What happens after you die?
Is there anything there?
Nothing, just emptiness?
And what about God?
Heaven?
Hell?
Or just a peaceful darkness?
Any sort of awareness?
Do we have souls that move on?
Are we judged by our actions?
Our life?
I used to think I had it figured out.
(I used to think I had it all figured out...)
Now? I'm not so sure.
And, truthfully, I'm a little scared.
I don't want to be caught unaware.
I like preparation.
I tend to ruin surprises.
I just can't stand the not knowing.
Too bad for me this time
Seeing as there's no one I could ask.
Maybe this is where faith comes in.
I'll just have to live my life as I see fit.
And when the end comes, I'll
plunge
Into the unknown.