Do you ever think about your own death? It comes to me on occasion. Usually when I hear that someone has died. The thought of what was my body in the morgue. It will happen to all of us. That's the only thing that is truly certain in life. It's the mind fuck of mind fucks...
I'm pretty reconciled with the idea of my own death. I'm not saying I don't fear it. But I'm very conscious and accepting of it.
It's amazing how much the heart has to do. I can't believe it can beat for 80 years plus. Just one little hick up and it's all over. I have so many questions that no one can answer.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can feel time ticking away slowly... It's just one of those panic attacks I get. Most of the time, I can deal with it, but sometimes it scares the bejeezus outta me. Damn that survival instinct any-damn-way!
Well I'm not going to post whats really on my mind about it.. There are kids reading this stuff. Some cans are best left unopened
I think about death, growing old... it freaks me the fuck out. Sometimes i feel like I notice when my life is slipping away, and there is nothing I can do about it.
I think about the fact that I will most likely never grow old. It's depressing, but somehow liberating at the same time.