Death, my secret lover in disguise.

After the huge and utter epic fail that was and is the chat box (see it over there? > Almost empty?) I decided that I should enlighten whoever actually reads this, as well as distract myself from my sleeplessness. As I (along with approximately 19 million americans?) Fight a seesaw battle with what in my estimation is depression, I get to thinking a lot more than usual. If you know me you know how nearly impossible that is. I'm talkin real deep thought that I get lost in, not just... Thinking, but I digress. The subject on mine and in the back of everyones mind, but not on it for most people, happens to be death. Meeting death is something many people, with the exception of Peter Griffen, fear. But why? When you think about it, is there realy anything to fear? Its not the fact of being dead that scares us, its losing the things and people we love forever that does. These things we've spent our whole lives with, doing, learning about, then having them taken away. When we have a near death experience, those things come to mind immediately. We think something along the lines of "Oh shit, I'll never see my loved ones again." When you sit down and think about the world, should you really fear death? A world that is on an amazingly fast downward spiral, would really be missed that much? No. But that is not what comes to mind. The fearless (and suicidal) think "Oh well at all that bad shit is over with." Are they wrong to think this? They're making it easy for themselves. Is that wrong? A better question would be, does it matter? Take a fatal car crash for example. During which they say (and I've experienced (not the fatal part but the crash part)) that everything happens in slow motion because of the adrenaline or some BS. Whatever the reason, for that split second that seems to take forever, you're either going to be afraid to die, or not. When that second is over, and you are dead, it doesn't matter anymore does it? Your consciousness that you gained somwhere along the line (this will be explored later) is over. You won't even know that you're dead. Any pain that would have happened, gone. So is there really anything to fear? It's going to happen, is worrying about it wasting your life away? I don't think we will ever understand what happens when we take that final nap. How can anything happen at all? The conscious mind that you have is up in your brain. Without that, you are not you. There have been many people who have been dead, but brought back to life. Stories of people flat lining and being recusitated minutes later. Do they remember anything? Were they ripped away from heaven when they were revived? There's many sides to this coin, all questions that won't be answered and we're wasting our time asking. There could very well be no meaning to life. The universe is infact endless. And when you die, you won't even notice. That's what life is for, to notice and to enjoy. Love the ones you hold dear with everything you have, and don't waste your time on the ones that aren't worth it.