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\u201cWhat is that\u201d \u2013 Well\u2026you.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I be worried?\u201d \u2013 \u2026probably not.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill this blog make me need a barf bag?\u201d \u2013 Only if you find my writing absolutely atrocious or if the thought of not existing anymore frightens you to that physical reaction.<\/p>\n
I should just leave the blog there. Make you question me, or just actually talk with me.<\/p>\n
(C\u2019mon death enthusiasts\u2026 I don\u2019t bite. Please ask me questions. I need writing inspiration.)<\/p>\n
Anyway\u2026. Throughout human history, both written and unwritten (so thousands of years) there seems to be something that always lingers in the back of our minds. I am not talking about the instinctual thought of where the next meal will come from (probably Aldi), but a deeper, more powerful question\u2026What does this [life and death] all mean?<\/p>\n
We are born. We live a few decades. We die. Just like that. Some lives are short while some lucky few get 80+ years. We are told that it doesn\u2019t matter the length, but that the life lived is what is important. Then we go into the earth to decompose or the crematory to burn, making every single human Type 4 Waste. This being pathological\/biological waste and also the same waste of that produced at a slaughterhouse.<\/p>\n
Think about that\u2026I\u2019ll wait.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a hard thing to grasp that our lives (and the people and animals we hold dear to us) just end up as waste. To insert my favorite quote \u201cLife sucks and then you die.\u201d (TBH I have no idea where that came from\u2026)<\/p>\n
So what does it all mean?<\/p>\n
I wish I had the answer to that. All I know is that while my (amazing) body and soul walk this earth, I will try to live a fantastic existance knowing the impending future. You see, death actually frightens me. I think about who I am and that one day I will just cease to exist and it petrifies me. However, it is the reason behind why I am death positive. Just because I am scared does not mean I can\u2019t embrace my own humanity. I know one day I will die, I know what will happen with my remains, and I know that my physical body will just become type 4 waste.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t shy away from these hard thoughts. Instead, embrace them.<\/p>\n
And as always, stay intrigued by death, my friends.<\/p>\n
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