Dominik2 mins 108 2 mins 108
They say a man who lives fully is not afraid of death.
Yet, here I am, a man who has not lived fully but doesn’t fear death. I’ve been questioned about my beliefs and opinions on religion and the afterlife- I’ve been called insane of not fearing the higher power.
Death is inevitable as it is straightforward- you can’t outrun it, you can’t hide from it, it is not a gate to immortality, but simply a departure from life. When I think of death, I imagine one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. He stands high, merciless, as he stands over the swarms of humans unaware of the horseman. With his trusty scythe, he waits for the end of those humans so he could claim their soul. I was once a religious man, but with the unfortunate change in events, I found myself disappointed in God and his will which made me turn my back. I find myself often wondering, where will I go? I have betrayed my family and their trust, the Church, and God. Will I go to Heaven or Hell? Purgatory? Reincarnation? Valhalla? Do I become one with the stars? Or will I roam the Earth for the rest of my eternity as a lost ghost?
I’ve been to multiple funerals and I was faced with a lot of tears from onlooking families who kneeled before the six-meter hole, begging God to return their beloved wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and even children. Not once did I shed a tear because I knew that death was expected. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been cast out of my family, for being unsympathetic and too aggressive which I don’t agree with. I’m just brutally honest, it is not my fault people can’t handle the truth about their beliefs.