I always have this strange thought in my mind, What is this life? Is there any meaning for it, yeah you have people around, you share and give love but I mean really each day we live up to make cash outta it and one day you’re gone nothing but a dead matter to get decayed and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll become part of in some combustion process after a millions of years but what happens to the real you? What if there’s nothing out there after your death? What if a soul is a just misconception, just a concept to make us believe in something which makes you feel better yet you aren’t certain about it.
The scariest and the strange part isn’t dying but after it, I feel.
Until next time..