WARNING: The subject I'm going to be talking about maybe a little distressing to some. So this is just a pre-warning that if the discussion of 'Death' freaks you out in any way, you may not feel comfortable reading this post. This may be an exaggeration, but I don't want to be responsible for scaring anyone.
So death. The reason why I find it so utterly terrifying is that its inevitable. Its going to happen to us all someday, and there's nothing we can do about it. Most people say its just like you're eternally sleeping, but I disagree. When you sleep, you dream a lot of the time. But that's due to your brain projecting images of deep thoughts and memories of people and places. But when you die, your entire body shuts down, including your organs. So this means that your brain cannot produce these images anymore, resulting in no dreams. Which leaves me with the question...What happens then?
The world is going to go on for a long time after our generation dies, so that means we are going to be seeing just blackness for a while. Like those nights when you don't dream, but the thing with this is that it eventually ends. We all wake up at some point, but with death that doesn't happen. What do you see, hear, smell? But of course, nothing because you're non-existent anymore.
As a Christian, I'm supposed to believe in Heaven and the after-life; how there's eternal life after this one with God. Do I believe this? Sure I'd love to, but whether I actually do is a different story. I guess you could say I do believe this as I do believe people have soul's within them and its your centre, your core. It makes you who you are but not in a genetic way, more of a spiritual way. And I believe something must happen with this soul, it must remain living, its the part of us that never dies. So yes, in fact I do believe in an after-life.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about this and I end up really freaking myself out. You only get one shot at life, and I find this pretty sad. We're all on a time limit, and we have that certain amount of time to do the best we can with this one life we're given.
But for those whose aren't as lucky as we are, their one life was spent starving and living in poverty, having a disability, living without a parent or parents.
This wasn't meant to turn into anything motivational, but the majority of us need to realise how lucky we are. That we have been lucky enough to receive a good life. And I cannot stress the importance of this, because we only get one of them. This is my motivation to hopefully fulfil my acting dream. Although it may sound cliché, I get one shot at life so I' going to run at it with my arms wide open, trying my best to achieve great things. What's the point in being unhappy in this limited time I've got?
I know this was quite sinister and I turned into a preacher by the end of it, but I just wanted to share my thoughts with you.
Till next time
Katherine x

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