My thoughts about the fear of death and the futility of life
I'm so scared of dying.
I am here and now so clearly, but I am completely disappearing?
Nonsense…
It's so vain.
When I think of death,
it feels like I'm falling into the dark ground alone.
Even if I die,
the world will go on as if nothing had happened.
As if I never existed in the first place...
Would I feel less vain if many people mourned my death?
He passed away today.
“He will forever be remembered in our hearts.”
If you die anyway, it's over, so what's the point?
But when I thought about it again, I was mistaken in many ways.
The universe will end someday and
boom
(the sound of the universe exploding)
Humanity will be destroyed long before the universe ends.
Ugh…
(Human's last voice)
This world doesn't last forever like it does now, it will end someday, and
I'm not the only one who disappears forlornly.
As in the movie The Matrix, we may be living in a virtual reality.
There is no evidence anywhere that this world is real.
And humans are very prone to forgetting things from the past and often make mistakes.
Wow, this is a video I saw before...
I even left a comment...
If I look at my mind objectively, it is so imperfect that I wonder why I don't get frustrated with myself.
My memory is really poor...
I think the reason I don't get frustrated is because I feel relieved because I think other people are similar to me, and because my brain continues to brainwash me into thinking it's not a big problem.
Brain: Everyone else does it too~
It’s no big deal~
Yeah, right?
What can I do?
I have to endure it...
If I die and a clone of me is created,
I will come back to life~
From the perspective of this world and the clones, it is true that I was brought back to life.
But from my perspective, is that clone really me?
Also, if you think about it that way, is the person you were yesterday and the person you are today really the same person?
What was I 5 minutes ago and who am I now?
In other words, even if I don't bring up a clone, I feel like I am a different being from 10 years ago, the me now, the me 10 years from now, and the me at every moment.
To put it another way, it feels like I keep dying every moment and a new me is born every moment.
What this means is that death simply means that a new me is not created, and even if I do not die and am living in the future, it is a different existence from my current self.
Also, even if they say that the real me was just kidnapped by aliens and that the current me is a replacement clone, I cannot refute that statement as false.
The reason is because I think my consciousness is not continuing.
Just as in animation we feel that the picture is moving even though it only changes rapidly,
our brain seems to be making us think that our consciousness continues when in fact our consciousness is disconnected.
What about the soul?
I have a soul!
Well, I see.
(What is in the soul of a two-year-old?)
Isn't it too greedy for humans, who live for about 100 years at most, to want to have a soul that lasts longer than the universe?
Does my self really exist?
of course!
The problem may be that the self was created based on this world, which may be virtual.
If this world didn't exist, I wouldn't be able to exist as a separate person from this world.
For example,
let's imagine that I was suddenly thrown into darkness where there was absolutely nothing.
Even my body has disappeared, and only my self remains.
Where are we?
What happened?
At first, you will be confused, scared, and wondering how to get out.
What happens if a really long time passes in that state?
Will I go crazy?
I think I would rather sink into the darkness and be in a peaceful state.
Since there is no distinction between what I am and what is not me, it seems that my existence itself will gradually fade and eventually disappear.
To summarize the previous contents, I think that this world, my mind, soul, and self are all uncertain.
If you think about it, does anything in this world have meaning?
Even if I try to think of it, nothing comes to mind.
Would things change if I met the God who created me and this world?
Hey guys?
I created the universe you live in using a simulator.
How do you feel about meeting God?
Are you really nervous? he
Is that our creator?
Oh, life is so fucking vain...
I don't think it will change much.
Our life will be similar to playing a game at a gaming hall.
uh?
I suddenly appeared and am playing a game?
You play a game where everyone is given only one life and there is a time limit.
And when the game is over, I disappear too.
What's the point of playing that one game?
There may be people who quit midway, saying it is futile.
What does all this mean?
A world so vain!!
I don't do it!
That's true.
It's vain.
It doesn't mean anything.
But what can I do?
All you have to do is find and give your own meaning to the game you have already played, and have fun playing it.
Oh, I ate the item!
oh my god!!
(additional information)
Not long ago, I sent away to heaven a cat that only loved me and did not open its heart to others.
As I realized that I would never see that cat again, I felt very afraid of reality and life, and I wondered why I had to live such a meaningless life.
But I had overlooked it.
The moment of meeting a cat.
My mother, who was on her way to work, told me to take the kitten home, saying it seemed like it had been abandoned by its mother. I remembered the moment when I picked up the skinny little kitten, which was approaching me without the slightest warning, with both hands and brought it home.
Because I overlooked the moment of encounter with the cat, I only thought that I had lost what I originally had.
(The saying that if a favor continues, it becomes a right comes to mind.)
I must admit.
If there is a meeting, there is parting.
If there is birth, there is death.
If there is growth, there is aging.
Because I overlooked the fact that I was born just a few decades ago, and because I mistakenly thought I had existed from the beginning, I was afraid of death and felt unfair.
If you have been given life as a gift, it is natural and natural to give it back.
This does not mean that we should reject it even if medical and scientific advancements allow us to live longer.
It's just that when you realize that you will eventually die, when the time comes to accept death, there is no need to be too frustrated.
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