Have been toying with the idea of death as I enter withdrawals, not that I want to do it (at least for now), its the typical mental brainwash of withdrawal (tramadol WD here).
I was wondering, what if death was all about existing in total emptiness for eternity? Close your eyes, cover yours ears, lay on your bed: this, for eternity.
Religion tells us all about heaven and hell. But let's look at it from a non-religious view. Emptiness for eternity, the fact that we can see, feel emotions, talk to others is all a privilege of being alive. Once your privilege is over, you go back to being inert, laying there in total emptiness, only that you are aware of this very fact. You are merely aware of seeing nothing, feeling nothing, hearing nothing.
Enough to scare me to seriously contemplate death. What's your take? How do you imagine death to be? Post whether you are withdrawing, not withdrawing or high.
I was wondering, what if death was all about existing in total emptiness for eternity? Close your eyes, cover yours ears, lay on your bed: this, for eternity.
Religion tells us all about heaven and hell. But let's look at it from a non-religious view. Emptiness for eternity, the fact that we can see, feel emotions, talk to others is all a privilege of being alive. Once your privilege is over, you go back to being inert, laying there in total emptiness, only that you are aware of this very fact. You are merely aware of seeing nothing, feeling nothing, hearing nothing.
Enough to scare me to seriously contemplate death. What's your take? How do you imagine death to be? Post whether you are withdrawing, not withdrawing or high.

. ) came across extremely condescending and somewhat angry towards me and for a few minutes after this I stewed and honestly felt bad after. Just bad. I just go I usually do internalize things all the time as we all do, but not to this degree as I was just having a bad day and this piled on. Sucked. 