What if death were beautiful?
What if we knew what was on the other side of the wall that blocks us from seeing what reality is like after we die?
Or if there is a reality at all.
I wish I had the courage to part ways with this physical realm, and venture into what comes after this. I have had enough of this place, this hardship and this torture.
And sometimes I think differently. Sometimes I want to see what happens next while I’m still here, rather than what happens after I die. Life can be beautiful as well, but my own mind is the villain in a long, drawn out story. It paints the world black and white and forces me to see it for all that it is.
A disintegrating, impermanent world built upon by the cruel and greedy hands of humans alike. An artificial experience that is designed for personal profit and power amongst those most undeserving.
And yet so beautiful.
I feel the air shift as the evil becomes stronger with every terrible decision, every awful act…every crime committed against nature herself.
I grow weak as I pour my efforts into this world, as if I somehow allowed the leach of society the honor of draining my blood with my consent. I give it my all and try so hard to love every single one of them, every single living being on earth.
I love them.
But I hate my self.
No…
I am scared.
So scared that death no longer carries a darkness with it.
When I think about my death I can see a light at the end of the tunnel, as if the end of my life is the peace I want so badly for myself. I want to feel the release, let the universe carry me into nothingness.
I want the dark to swallow me whole and keep me safe from the horrors of this world…
I can still feel the words strike my body, feel them rip through my head and bury their pointy ends into my mind. I can hear them in my head sometimes, when I am passing into the dream state and I’m just barely conscious enough to comprehend the voice.
They are the most often used weapons in any man or woman’s arsenal. Words cut deeper than knives and razors, and the blood runs like a crimson river into my life, staining the world around me until I can only see the bad things about me. I become terrified of my thoughts and overwhelmed by my ideas.
I have lost my mind entirely now.
I really like the things in my life…
But are they real anymore?
How can some things be so horrible, and others so pure? How can it be a mixture of hatred and love, happiness and sadness, confidence and fear? I hear it so often, that life is a lovely gift we have all been given.
But death can be so beautiful
Oh how I wish I could join them in that peace.
The feeling of no longer feeling anything. Never worrying, never crying, never screaming or being in mental or physical pain. No more fear…
No more regret…
Carried out across a sea of comforting, warming darkness. A multiverse condensed into a singular, artistic cluster to be gazed upon by all who have been freed of their physical self.
I would choose to sit upon the great gaseous spires of far away nebulas, watching suns breathe their fire into the cold and vacant space. And other times when I felt the need to sleep, I would vanish into the darkest regions where not even the stars provide light.
But I would never worry about losing this sense of relief, for not even life is as powerful as death’s gentle grip.
I want this so badly…
Release me
4 comments
Just throwing something out there, Death really is the great unknown. Is it better to live your life as Is, rather than jump into a state which could be worse for all that we know? Or better to take the chance?
Your post was well written, imaginative, poetic. However a couple of points: the reason some words are so hurtful to you is because you give excessive importance to the despicable creatures that utter them. You should realize you’re no less than anyone else and no one has a right to put you down.
If you had no respect for the people saying hurtful things to you, then you wouldn’t be perturbed by anything they said. If they have some authority over you in some way, then your choice would be to either stand up for yourself or leave the situation if you could-otherwise you’ll continue to be abused by them.
Yes there are beautiful things about life and death would be the ultimate peace. Anyone that claims to have seen the other side of death is either a lunatic, liar or a con-artist or all three. No one has been there and back and it will never happen. Science informs us with the death of the brain, the consciousness dies as well-you can’t have one without the other.
There are ways of ending one’s life if one is extremely determined-but we can’t discuss methods here, plenty of info on google. While there are days I wish I was dead, there are still some things I’d like to experience-I don’t feel I’ve lived a full life yet so I plan to hang around at least until then. Or if life takes a turn for the worse, then I’ll head for the ‘exit’ sooner.
Life is a wonderful gift. Even if you have a terminal disease and you suffer a lot you can still live. You can still do something. You can still enjoy life. And I can clearly see that the lack of meaning you experience in your life is due to your atheism. If you believe that you are just a physical body which can be terminated like a machine after death then obviously life has no meaning.
I realize that you are desperate enough to want to experience nothing after death as an escape from suffering and I am not here telling you that this is not possible, but only that you should reconsider your choices as everything is possible after death.
And remember, life no matter how miserable can be, there is always something to enjoy. Death guarantees nothing.
It’s better to live a life full of ache and suffering and die by old age than dying earlier and try to trick life and be “more smart” than others who continue to live and suffer.
But of course, if you are an atheist and believe in an atheist universe, you can do anything.
i feel exactly the same right now