Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful.
But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
If, and that’s a big if, you don’t remember a thing, then things could have happened that you won’t remember.
I don’t actually believe that this is what happened, but it’s not the rational slam dunk one might think it is.
I wish it is that way though. I don’t want to relive the experience I went through earlier in my life.