We all have an expiration date, though we disregard the morbid fact, we all eventually come to terms with our fate. Sure it hurts to think about, leaving those you love behind, leaving everything you worked so hard for. But the worst part of all is the unknown, what happens after we die. Everybody is terrified to accept that once we die, our consciousness dies with us.
All we do is deny, deny and deny.
We choose to neglect the reality of darkness we're engulfed by once we die, we see it as a threat, as a discomfort other than I.
I find peace, a sense of tranquility when I think about the aftermath of my death. All my worries are taken away within my last breath, I'm brought to a stability you could only dream for.
Many view death as an evil-based menace, as something to be afraid of when authentically we should feel consolation, seek solace out of such situation, all it's attempting to do is give us something to confide in, something to find amenity when we fail to find it elsewhere. Some things are better left unknown.
No matter how much we deny, deny and deny again. We all die eventually.
You can't escape your tragic fate, but you can learn to find a sense of self-peace and comfort in the product of your end.
After all, It's inevitable.
