Death

When I hear the word death, the first thing that comes up to my mind is closing my eyes, stop breathing and then… nothing. The simple idea scares the hell out of me because I don’t want to just die and stop existing. And don’t get me wrong, I would love to believe that after dying I’ll go to a heaven where I would meet the one and only… Kurt Cobain, but the story seems too good to be true. Nobody has ever escaped death, not even the prettiest and richest ones. The Grim Reaper doesn’t give a rat ass if you are the pope, the president of the United States or if you’re the most beautiful living creature in the whole world, he’s still going to get you. And the saddest part is that I don’t want to die, period. I want to see the first female president, I want to see Brazil winning another FIFA world cup, and I definitely won’t want to miss the so awaited coming of the aliens. There’s so much, but so much left to do.  

I hate the fact that death is synonymous of darkness, coffins, sadness and worms eating my butt, and pardon the expression, but that’s my feeling. Although I don’t like what the word death entails, I actually don’t like what the word immortality entails either. Immortality to me seems kind of lame and boring. Since I'm not immortal and I know am going to die because I can't stop that from happening, the only good thing that I can hope for is dying unconscious, asleep, fast, or simply high on some sort of drug. Those to me are the perfect ways to die.