what is death? why does death exist?, what's gonna happen after we die?! all living person have this questions, but there is no answer to it. scientists made lot of things clear, even how humanity was made, but they can't explain death. if we can't explain it, does that mean we should be scared of it?. most people fear death, they can and will do everything to not die. but does it worth living and working hard to live longer if we will just die in the end? can death be worser than this life?
people say "we are all born to die", but when someone dies they become sad, they say there is beauty in getting old and dying but all of them fear death. my teacher once said "now that I'm old and realize how short life is, death is more dreadful than ever", but few years ago she was talking about how beautiful life is only because we are allowed to die.
i don't believe in any of this, death isn't gift and it's not beautiful, i looked right into this dreadful creatures eyes that is called death. all i saw was a pure darkness, this unusual silence that was so loud that my ears were ringing, then suddenly i woke up in a hospital with nurses fussing sround me, "it's a miracle, her heart wasn't working for 2 minutes and now she is back", it's been 2 minutes of me being in that darkness but it felt like 2 months went by.
the minute i was out of hospital, i started examining and searching for people that had a same experience, i read many information about it and finally time came to prove my theory.
i killed myself...
again i woke up in same scary darkness not being able to move and feel anything. it means that first part of my theory is correct.
few days passed and i was just standing not being able to move staring at infinite darkness, i couldn't see myself but i knew i didn't have a body, i don't remember exactly how many days went past but all i was thinking about was to not forget about the life i lived. only after 2 years there was some light there, after all this suffering, the day i predicted came, the day of me being consumed by another body.
i passed out. everything was blurry and blunt. when i finally gained consciousness i was allready 1 year old baby in new environment and new parents. it was a big shock for me that my theory actually worked so i had to tell it to the world.
when i was 4 years old and could talk properly i found a camera and recorded video of me talking about my experience to let people know what death is. but all they thought was that I was just a kid talking about some stuff i saw on tv.
i tried again when i was 14 but they diagnosed me with schizophrenia and locked me up in some building.
now I'm 18 and they think I'm crazy, thanks to my will to not forget so I'm able to write this for people to understand and try to believe in me.
after all, i have come to realize that there is no such thing as death, we keep on living, we just change bodies and forget about our past lives in order to live better in new one... what a pitiful thing it is to not be able to dissappear...
