I had a fantasy once. It wasn't so bizarre. I'm certain that most people have wished that they would never have to die. My problem is that I believed it was true. For most of my life, really. I was going to live forever as a perfect being! Friends would be with me, my family -- everyone I've ever loved! All wrongs, all injustices would be set straight. It was truly a paradise...
The realization didn't come instantly (more like in ever-increasing surges): "Is it really so? ...I'm going to die." There will be a time when I am dead and gone, never to return. There will be a time that everyone I know won't be here. There will be a time that none of us on this planet right now will even exist.
Sometimes when I'm alone, I sit on my bed, close my eyes and think. I often find myself reflecting on where my life has been and where it's going. I think about everything I used to believe. Sometimes I cry, knowing it was all a foolish fairy tale that I was told, one that I believed with all my heart. I feel so let down.
I don't want to die. I keep hoping that this life isn't all there is. But how could I ever know something like that? If there is Something Greater out there, it doesn't appear to be perfectly described in any Holy Books I've heard of. Perhaps I could eventually know. More probably, I never will.
Still searching for my lucid sky...
Rob
Edited by - LucidSky on 1 July 2002 17:48:41