We listen, but only to echoes, until we find ourselves fumbling along the corridors of our own dark psyches...
My Random Philosophies on Life and Death and the Afterlife....
As I have mentioned, I do not wish to impose any of my ideals on you. My life has been wasted in confines of my own; I do not wish to put you through the same torturous imprisonment I still live with. I am simply going to present to you my truths as I perceive them. I have experienced much more of the worlds than you would think - I have been told I have an innocent air about me. I am not as innocent as one may think - I just refuse to flaunt my experience. So read on with an open mind. You never know what you may discover. I, strangely enough, find no solace in religion. No vindication or sense of fulfillment at getting �answers� to my questions. Religion just makes me more confused. It's far too easy a way out. I don�t think I want there to be a such thing as an Afterlife. The idea gives me the creeps. When I draw my last breath, when my heart finally stops, I want to know I�ve lived my life my way and that it�s OVER. That there is no reincarnation, no higher � or lower, heh � plane of existence where I spend eternity. Those concepts really do freak me out. While it would be nice to see my �loved ones� again, be reunited with them in a place of golden warmth and light� it�s just not me. I can�t seem to get excited over a hope of a better, brighter, more peaceful afterlife. I can�t seem to fear the fiery chasms of Hell, either. It just seems like a big joke to me. A way to placate the masses. Maybe I�m just being cynical, but that�s the way I see it. Me� I�d prefer to just� go out. Leave behind nothing but a few memories and step into the eternal blackness of non-existence that has been waiting in the wings for as long as I can remember. Embrace Death as it was meant to be done and then� blissful nothingness. No consciousness, no awareness, no other plane of being. Getting through day by day is hard enough, I don�t need the constant threat of Hell on top of that. And I don�t need the false hope of Heaven, either. And those who know me also know I do take a lot on faith � in people and, to some extent, the supernatural. But� the Afterlife is too much of a stretch for me. Though at times I do believe in ghosts. So I�m a walking, rambling contradiction. Anyway, my point is, for MYSELF� I want my death to be my end. My finals thoughts to be just that. I�m not saying there is no God, Heaven or Hell, reincarnation, whatever. I just rather there isn�t. Personally, I don�t believe in any of it and don�t want it to be true. If religion placates you, gives meaning to your otherwise meaningless existence, so be it. But me, I don�t need or want any of it. The romantic hopeful in me is protesting all this. But really, with every ounce of my being, I just want Death to end it. Whenever the Fates chose me life to end� please, just let that be the end. Being the contradictory person I am, though, I know if someone close to be died, I�d want to think I could see them again. But again, that�s just being pacified, trying to ease the loss. I was also thinking about the Philosophy unit we did on "What is a person?" I should find a way to get the painting I did up here. I'll work on that. Basically, the painting was to depict that a person is a soul, and that the body is a cage for the soul. Upon death, the soul is finally freed from the torturous confines of the evil body, as the soul stands for everything good and pure in a person while the body is all evil instincts. Or something like that. I'll do some more research and try and remember what the hell Croswell taught me and come back here and explain some more... As for what the meaning of life is... I don't know. I think everyone has their own personal meaning, something that makes them get up in the morning. Instead of just hiding under the covers and refusing to wake up. Everyone has different priorities, different goals and different means of reaching those goals. To someone it can be as simple as to learn and grow as a person; to others their meaning may lie in their family, their children. There is nothing to say that there is any sort of universal meaning to life and, personally, I don't think philosophers should be trying to lump all of humanity into one category. It bothers me, though who am I to argue with the greats? heh.
