One of my more existential moments. What do people think about the moment before they die? Without bringing religion into things, what do you think about? What could possibly be so important? Or, conversely, so unimportant that it registers? If anyone in the world is at all like me then they tend to think about frivolous things at the worst of times. I’d probably spend my last moment thinking about Cheeze Wiz or something. I don’t even like Cheeze Wiz. And I could have all the Cheeze Wiz in the world and in a second it wouldn’t matter but by golly I’d spend that critical moment wasted in Cheeze Wiz paradise.
The more I think about it, the more I think the last moment of our lives should be spent in pointless thought. I mean, we’re just this tiny drop in a huge bucket that started off as water and is slowly turning into sewage as time goes on. Why should we glorify our existence by thinking about the summation of our lives. We’ve all heard the movie myth. Our life flashes before we die and we see a bright light and all that jazz. I don’t believe it. Even if death were predictable enough that we knew the exact moment of our deaths how could our thoughts not be scattered? How do you not think of the dog you had when you were six named Scout or your allergy to cotton?
Meh. I guess I’ll find out someday.
By the way, I’m on my 4th cup of water since 10 this morning and I’ve already gone to the bathroom twice. No one said change was easy.
Day 2 - 363 Days to Go
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