I cannot get over my fear the non-existence after death. Every time I think about it all my feelings start bubbling up and I get depressed. It’s terrifying thinking about non-existence, it fills me with so much dread
I cannot get over my fear the non-existence after death. Every time I think about it all my feelings start bubbling up and I get depressed. It’s terrifying thinking about non-existence, it fills me with so much dread
Do you feel the same thinking about the time before you were born?
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.” - the opening of Nabokov’s Speak, Memory
Before I was born I couldn’t conceive of existence nor will I regret it after I’m gone. The idea that because I was ripped from the ether contrasted with the fact that I will one day return, doesn’t bring peace to me. I exist and for as long as I do the end of my existence will wrench my gut and bitter my tongue. I hate death and I resent my inevitable march towards it.