Death…
This is a word we all hear countless times throughout our lives. Wherever there is life and birth, there is also death. On the internet, in the news, and around us, we often hear about someone's passing.
In moments like these, one question comes to mind:
What does a person feel when they die?
The one writing these words—me—and you, the one reading them, are both alive right now. So most likely, we have not yet experienced death.
Because of that, we cannot share what it feels like through our own experiences.
To be honest, even if we had experienced it, we still wouldn't be able to share it… because we would no longer be here to do so.
You can find many videos and pieces of information online about what death is like and what a person might feel in that moment. Some even say that in the first moments of death, a person remembers their entire life. There are also many different ideas about what happens after death. I will share my own thoughts on that in another chapter.
The real reason I started writing about this topic is because of how people have been reacting to news of death lately—and the thoughts it has sparked in me. For a long time, I used to brush it off by saying, "It's just death… a part of life." After all, wherever there is life, there is death.
But recently, I've been feeling something strange.
How is it that someone we talked to today, laughed with today… can suddenly no longer be here?
Is death really that simple? That easy?
While living can sometimes be so difficult, the fact that death can happen within seconds is perhaps the strangest part of all.
So what is death, really?
How does it happen?
What do we see or hear in that moment?
When do we truly die?
And what happens after?
Honestly, all of these are deeply intriguing questions. And everyone may have their own answers.
One of the questions that makes me think the most is this:
If I died today, would I be satisfied with my life—or not? Would I feel happy… or regretful?
Would I think my life was truly worth it… or that I had simply been breathing all along?
I think… I would be happy.
Because no matter how many bad days I've had, I am generally content with the life I've lived—the people I've met, the memories I've shared, and the emotions I've felt. In fact, if I had the chance to choose again, I would choose to live this same life.
But thinking that none of this will continue after death… that makes me sad.
To be honest, what scares me is not another world.
What scares me is the idea of no longer being able to experience the things I once did.
Not being able to watch what I love…
Not being able to see the people I care about…
Not being able to spend time with them…
Not being able to eat my favorite foods…
Not being able to go to the places I love…
All of this frightens me. In a way, I am afraid of no longer being a part of this system.
Not being able to watch the continuation of something I love… do you know how painful that is?
Or not being able to talk to the people I want to talk to anymore…
These are the things that truly scare me.
What happens after death is something that truly sparks curiosity.
Is there heaven and hell?
Or reincarnation?
Maybe just nothingness… or perhaps an entirely different end that we cannot yet comprehend.
I will talk about this in more detail later. But in general, I can say this:
At the very least, I would want to have as few regrets as possible when I die.
To be able to say goodbye with a smile…
And to leave behind beautiful memories for the people I love.
To be honest, I'm starting to feel sleepy, so I'll have to end my thoughts here for now.
But I will definitely continue.
Dear reader, don't forget to share your thoughts after reading.
For now… goodbye.