“I am amused at how people are scared of dying! I mean what’s so different? Maybe it’ll hurt for a while, but better than living in pain for eternity!
Being an atheist, I don’t even consider wasting my precious time thinking whether I’ll rot in hell or live in heaven etc. But then again, if there’s an “entity” or “supreme being”, chances are, I’ll surely go to hell for him being upset with me for not believing in him,” What a foolish thought, I shrugged it off, and headed towards my work.
Hurriedly heading towards my car, I decided never to wake up late again. Now, I had to rush. I got in the car, started the engine, and directed towards college.
I had no time to stop at the stupid traffic signal, so I got ahead. I have to admit that I was a little careless, but whatever.
All things happened so quickly that I don’t even know what happened. People gathered around, somebody called police and took my phone and rang up my parents.
I couldn’t quite grasp what happened. Why are you calling my parents? What is happening? I spoke, but no one seemed to hear.
My parents came, confirmed, I was their child. Why were they looking hopeless? I tried telling them that I was fine, but no one was paying attention to me. Were they upset with me?
Wait, why was my mother crying? My father had already started looking older (and wrinklier) than he looked yesterday.
After some time, (which seemed like eternity by the way) they all put me on a stretcher. All my friends and family gathered. Now, I could sense something was off beat. I doubted, ” Am I dead already?”
“This wasn’t all that bad! It didn’t even feel anything! Sure, it feels miserable to look at everyone sad and crying, but I will only have to see that for a while, right? Then I’ll head to somewhere else. Maybe this is getting interesting, now I’ll know what happens after life.”
They all lifted me up, rambling towards the graveyard.
“I am going to be burned,” I thought. “Remember how mother used to scold me for using the phrase ‘burning someone after death’, but now, I was free to call it whatever I wanted.” “Ah! These old traditions!” I sighed just the way I used to.
Now, as I am getting burned, something will surely happen!
But no signs whatsoever. I wasn’t feeling anything, there was no change, nothingness started capturing me… or lack of me.
Wait, was THAT the catch? Nothingness! Which means, I had to live here, seeing all my people suffer, in front of my family, yet all alone! I would have to see them grieving everyday, but could do nothing, say nothing. Is THAT why people were afraid of death? The uncertainty, nothingness..
Now all things became crystal clear. (Ironically, after death)now It was of no use….
This time, the experience was not worth the lesson learnt… It wasn’t worth it…