Let yourself embrace the fact you will die one day.

There are only two options.

You become nothing,
or you become more than everything.

Afterlife is possible,
but so is emptyness.

So why choose the gloom and drabness
of empty space?








Unless...
Unless you can fill that empty space with ideas, thoughts, impossibly wonderful things. Then shouldn't you pick something where you are who you remember yourself to be?

I forgot something though.
If our memories define us,
and our thoughts make us..

Are we the ones who can destroy ourselves?