Death.... Death is something we all fear. The thing we know almost nothing about. All that is known is that your body stops functioning and that eventually, you die. What happens after that? We don't know. No one does. No one, except the dead. But they're no longer here to tell us about it. They can't pass on their knowledge from beyond the grave. All we can do is say our goodbyes and lay them to rest. Wherever their eternal rest may be. If they weren't already at rest, that is. But what if you never rest? What if it's just something we tell ourselves, to make us feel better about their death? Because that's the thing, you can't escape it. Delay it? Sure! Go on ahead, but escape it? Good luck. Every being on this planet is like a candle. When you're born, your candle is lit, but your death is written. The moment you get born is the moment your death is decided. And as you live through life, your candle gets worn out more and more, melting a little each day, to one day, eventually die out and succumb to the dark. Don't matter if you die by natural cause, a disease, someone else's hand or your own. Death comes to all, the Reaper takes all when it's their time to go. And whether you're afraid of the Reaper or not, they'll take you eventually, no matter how hard you try to avoid it. There's a story I once heard that talks about this. A man is working on a farm, and in the fields, he sees the Reaper. This scares the man, thinking the Reaper's there for him, so he runs away to a city. The owner of the farm stomps to the Reaper, annoyed that they scared away one of their workers. The Reaper explains why he's there, that he's here to pick up the man at the city that he just fled to. The man thought he could run away, escape, delay. But all he did was go exactly where he needed to be, for his final day on Earth. This just goes to show that no matter what, death will come. All you can do is fear or accept. Me, I don't know how to feel about death. I fear death as much as any other person, but I also want to die, kill myself, be rid of this life. But I also want to live and stay. All I know is one thing, and that one thing is that I don't fear the Reaper. Because I know they will guide me, peacefully. And that I will never fade away.
01-11-2022
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THE DARK ANGEL
PuisiTHE DARK ANGEL Take a look into the mind of Hunter Bastiani. A troubled young man struggling with the horrors of mental illness. All that is written down are his or their thoughts... There are dark and depressive texts ahead, so be warned that viole...
