I've been thinking about death a lot lately. I'm not sure why. Not my death or anyone close to me - just death in general.
What is death? WHY is there death? What comes after death? Should I be afraid of death? Is death like sleep? Do you just suddenly stop?
This inevitably leads me to the path in which I question the existence of humanity.
Why are we here?
After that I feel I think older than I should. Older as if maybe deep inside I know the answers to these questions, but will never really know if I do and I continue searching.
Like the answer is the air we breathe, we need it to survive, but we can never really grasp it.
- This is what goes on in my mind when I drift. I'm sorry if I appear rude when I'm not listening, but sometimes I think about more important stuff than what you did on the weekend.
Reading, writing, drawing, playing games and laughing.