In a way, I look forward to my own demise. I believe that when we die, answers to life's questions are revealed to us; those that nag intelligent and stupid people alike: Like, are heaven and hell real places? What is the design of the universe? Does it end in an edge somewhere, or is it curved, thereby imprisoning us in some sort of vast, magnificent sphere? Death is the great equalizer then. It reveals the answers to life's mysteries with whosoever it grips, whether interested or otherwise, ready or not.
This whole business of life is tiresome, and I look forward to other things. Here, it's either good or bad, virtue or sin, happy or sad, plenty or want, success or failure. Or is this the law of the universe, that even in the afterlife it's either heaven or hell? Is there no in-between bliss, a limbo of untainted joy?
When I finally go, I hope it will be quick and unexpected, with none of that prolonged suffering or drama or grief. I just want to get it over with.
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