M1sterEd
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2025
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What if life is not the wonderful ideology we are told it is and death is the favorable state to astride for? That would indicate all along we’ve been lied to by the innocence of fear portrayed by death. Life is a precursor to death could it be death is the joy of living and not life itself.
This does not mean we should hurry death along on the contrary we must wait for death to choose us and only then are we prepared to be fulfilled by death. No one really knows what happens when our physical bodies close down and fail to regenerate. Does consciousness continue and to what purpose does our conscious serve without a brain and body to move about? It seem egotistical and vain to assume our consciousness is stored or continue to be useful in the grand scheme of things, after all we are merely creatures like animals born on earth waiting for….death?
What is it worth to live if not to live fully without regret? Regret is like living under a wet blanket where to the spark of life is snuffed out before you can grab it and run with it. Guilt is the same as regret it stifles the mind and slows growth. You must shed this baggage to live fully and consciously. The world is not open to a closed mind. Death may not be the final frontier, one step at a time until…are we there yet? Perhaps death is the wonder we strive for?
This does not mean we should hurry death along on the contrary we must wait for death to choose us and only then are we prepared to be fulfilled by death. No one really knows what happens when our physical bodies close down and fail to regenerate. Does consciousness continue and to what purpose does our conscious serve without a brain and body to move about? It seem egotistical and vain to assume our consciousness is stored or continue to be useful in the grand scheme of things, after all we are merely creatures like animals born on earth waiting for….death?
What is it worth to live if not to live fully without regret? Regret is like living under a wet blanket where to the spark of life is snuffed out before you can grab it and run with it. Guilt is the same as regret it stifles the mind and slows growth. You must shed this baggage to live fully and consciously. The world is not open to a closed mind. Death may not be the final frontier, one step at a time until…are we there yet? Perhaps death is the wonder we strive for?