Nothing After Death

Death is weird for me. I am afraid of death, because I treasure all the friends I've made in my life, and I don't want to lose them. I'd like to believe in some kind of reincarnation because the thought slightly comforts me, but at the same time, I wouldn't want to live forever. I'd want some kind of rest, but thinking about that rest that lasts forever just scares me more than anything else. To live for so long and just cease to be is terrifying. When I die, I'd like it to be a peaceful way, or at least not by drowning or suffocation.

I'm beginning to question the point of our existence in the first place. You're just basically a non-existent speck of space. Then suddenly, POOF! You occur in some new world you have knowledge of. You get comfy, study this new world; eventually, you get attached to this new world. At one point, you become a somebody. But when it's you time to die, you go back to just being nothing, like you're existence never matter in the first place?

That's our point of coming into this world?

(I'm sorry t o revive this... again. I wanted to say something earlier, but I lost track of time, nor I couldn't think of a proper way to type this.)

edited 20th Oct '12 4:45:58 PM by asiacatdogblue

Not everyone believes that there are such things as "purpose" or "meaning" before someone invents them. For us, all the "purpose" and "meaning" that there can be is what we perceive, and it is fundamentally subjective and temporary, as is our very existence. I don't mind that at all; in fact, I think there is a certain poetry in a brief existence full of wonder at, well, everything, and adding an infinity into the equation would not add, and might even reduce, the subjective "meaning" of it all.

I don't even want to exist after I'm gone. I don't want or need it, and I don't believe in it. I can enjoy what I have here, and I can feel very strongly about the things I see and do here, and I can love passionately the experiences and especially the people that enter my life and my thoughts. If mankind ceases to exist and our planet is scorched by the expanding Sun when its end draws near, so that no other type of life on any planet may ever know of us, I don't feel that the importance of loving the people around me now is any weaker for it. Temporary and subjective things can have temporary and subjective value, and there does not need to be an infinity to which our temporary, subjective values and experiences can attach.