I am 15 and I guess I’ve had the fear since I was a child.. I don’t really think about it often, usually only on random (albeit rare) sleepless nights where the thought of death just creeps in and I’m forced to think about it until I can sleep.. I used to cry about it, now it’s just an intense fear when it’s all I can think about.
I’m just scared, I guess, of what is to come. I’m not religious by any means, so what happens? Is there really such a thing as a soul? Do we go somewhere, do we still think? I doubt the latter. Maybe we just disappear.. Long forgotten by loved ones, doomed to disintegrate flesh and soul within our coffin; unless we were cremated..
I’ll just have to wait for that day and embrace it.
