Death?

 

What is death? What happens to me when I die? Most people rarely think about it. 

They give up, because there is no verifiable answer.

 

Yet, I feel that it is the biggest question in my life... and the answer determines how I choose to live each moment.  

Every belief, issue or event in my life is affected by the answer that I think is the truth to this question. 

But, I had never looked into it deeply and decided for myself.   -   Why? 

 

Hell, there are a lots of reasons I can give you... from no time for such a search, to there is no logical answer, to there is a kind of social stigma to someone who would try to find that answer.  Plus, there were plenty of natural needs and diversions in life that occupied me, some of which seemed way more important at the time rather than to take on such an “almost 100% certain” fruitless search for myself. But, the problem with these reasons is that none of them lead to an answer. 

 

Ultimately, the subject of death brought up thoughts and questions that made the time I had during my life seem… short, fleeting and purposeless.