I don't think I'm scared of dying.
I'm more scared of what comes after you die.
I was raised with the idea that something greater than anything I can know holds my fate and oblivion after I die.
Wherever I might end up is determined by my choices in this short life.
Choices in a life that passes like seconds makes up an eternity.
It's a scary thought. Because no matter how good of a person you think you might be or that you actually are—
it's nothing.I was taught that your fate is decided on whether you blindly believe in something and follow that teaching or not.
But other than that, another thing I'm scared of after I die is that I won't be remembered.
People in my life have died and I remember them in ways that are so close to my heart.
So I'm scared that after I die I won't be remembered like that. I'm afraid people won't cry over me.
But why would I even want anyone to cry over my death? To feel like I impacted them or that they cared?
I guess.But no matter what I believe or what's real or if I'm remembered, one thing is certain:
Death is inevitable.
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Bloody Fingers, Broken Mind
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