I’m scared of death But not my own I’m terrified of watching my parents’ faces turn unrecognizable with wrinkles And their voices becoming that of old people And then one day, they’re gone I don’t sleep at night thinking of this Being aware that everyone we love Everyone we know Will leave us eventually And not necessarily in chronological order And then I start thinking about a series I watched some months ago The characters thought they’d died and gone to Heaven But turns out, it was The Bad Place And maybe we think we’re living on Earth When in reality, this is The Bad Place Isn’t losing everyone we love torture? But then again, without sorrow there’d be no happiness We’d be pretty unhappy being happy all the time The unsolvable riddle So are we in The Good Place or The Bad Place? Or are there no “places”, and when we go it’s really the end? But if we’re energy, we can’t be destroyed Only transformed Into what? Dust? Ghosts? Are we born again? One thing is the physical body, another the soul Our soul lives on forever, supposedly So are we born again and again forever? But isn’t forever too... infinite? It must get tiresome to live a million lives Again, that’s torture It’s sad if we stop existing But it’s sad if we exist forever, too If that’s the case, maybe that’s why we don’t remember our previous lives So we experience life for the first time every time I guess that must be it