I find it great that we’re all so fascinated with death and what happens once we die. It’s a nice idea to think we go to some higher place where we’re at peace with ourselves and meet our creator, but I still think it just ends. Our hearts stop, our brains shut down, and then we’re gone. What made us us, is no longer there. There’s a shell that has no filling, but that is it. That’s all there is. I don’t think it’s good consolation to lead a shitty boring life because of the off chance that there’s something better once we’ve died. And if we have another life, we don’t remember this one, otherwise people would look for their loved ones from another life, so..
(Source: satans-testicle, via negaative)
