We fear the unknown and what lies beyond. We fear knowing too. The paradoxes are incredible and irreconcilible. Do we want it to end or do we want it to last forever?
Is it even something worth pondering. When it ends, if this is all it is, wouldn't we feel nothing? No joy. No despair. No elation. No hopelessness. No salvation. No fear. No forever.
No fear. That's tempting isn't it? No fear means no more fearing and dreading the night. Fearing the sensationless that we feel (or don't feel) when we sleep. That this would be how it would be when this ends.
Does this stem from irrationality, or the want to rationalise everything?
Work is a great cure. So is love. And fun things that you like to do. Of course it helps that our energy has limits and eventually, we run out of it at the end of the day and we need to sleep. And one day, sleep will come.
Shining a harsh light on modern living, modern society and my life in my society.
