No One Gets Out Of Here Alive

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Nobody gets out of here alive.

Richard Gere

In fact, I never forget that someday I will die. I know that often people do not want to think about it. When thoughts of death come to mind, they cannot stand the horror that unfolded in front of them, they drive away these thoughts and try to quickly get distracted by something. I understand this, it's like peering into the abyss. And it's hard for me to peer into it too. I do not believe in the afterlife, I doubt the rebirth, most likely when I die I really won't be anymore.

I used to believe in reincarnation, my main argument and actually the source of this belief was the impossibility to imagine the meaninglessness of existence. It's not logical. A person lives, develops, improves, comprehends something, and then simply dies, all this dies with him. Why then all this was? Now, if then he is born again, having already somewhere in the subconscious of this experience and will develop further, then it makes sense. The truth is still not very clear, and then what? There are theories that after living in a human body, we continue all the same in some other entities or merge with the absolute. But that later, you don't have to think about it much. The main thing is that at least this life becomes meaningful.

But something vague doubts now take me, but have not these theories been invented by people like me who are not ready to accept the meaninglessness of existence? Who said there should be logic and meaning? After all, this is not at all necessary.

I really like how Sigmund Freud said about this: “We want to exist, we are afraid of non-being, and therefore we invent beautiful fairy tales in which all our dreams come true. The unknown goal awaiting us ahead, the flight of the soul, paradise, immortality, God, reincarnation - all these are illusions designed to sweeten the bitterness of death. "

But in a strange way, it is this awareness of the brevity and finiteness of life that helps me make my life better. It's like having a vacation. When you know that it will end in two weeks, then you will try to spend them as pleasantly as possible.

If I remember death, I am not attached to things, because I still will not take them with me to the grave. At the same time, I am glad of them. But I am glad now, realizing that all this can disappear at any moment.

I appreciate the people around me. It's good that now they are in my life, but someday it will end.

I try to organize my life so that it has as much comfort and joy as possible right now, because it is not known how much time is left. It will be a shame to endure some kind of hardship for the sake of some better life, and never wait for it. Anyway, life is what is happening now.

I do what I love, and I appreciate this great happiness not available to everyone. I went to this for a long time. Although sometimes I get tired and sometimes grumble and complain, but even at these moments I know that in fact I am doing what I am really interested in, and if I suddenly stop doing this, then … I will immediately start again.

I do not waste time on things that are not interesting to me for any considerations of future benefits. And I don't believe in the future benefits of uninteresting things. It seems to me that only what is interesting now can be useful in the future. Which, you remember, may not be.

If I want something, most likely I will do it, in any case I will try very hard. And “I want” is the most important argument for me. After all, if I die soon, what could be more important than my desires? And this is not selfishness, I try to take into account other people.

"Death is a condition that enables us to live a real life." This is what my beloved Irwin Yalom writes, and I understand him very well.