Something occurred to me today:
If there is really is something that could be called “the soul”, and it was immortal, then that would mean that you could live…forever.
Limitless possibilities come from this point, and it really makes me think: did I do the right thing in my life?
Were all the things I did worth it, the things that those people hate me for?
I remind myself that it was for the betterment of my people, and my family.
Though as I face my death, I have the impending anxiety that I will burn in hell…I mustn’t be so hard on myself. I tell myself that it will all pay off in the end, that my cause was not for nothing.
I stare at your dead body now, Eva. It sits on the floor, motionless. Your eyes see nothing. Your skin is slowly turning white as I watch you, all the normalcy in it diminishing. I can tell that the pill has done its job. I have closed your eyes for you, so that you can sleep in peace.
I love you so much, Eva. I will see you soon.
-Adolf Hitler’s suicide note, dated 1945. Found by an American medic, was recorded, then burned.
