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I've done everything I wanted to, been everywhere I wanted to, enriched the lives of some, worsened the lives of others (but in a way this enriches the lives of those who would otherwise have had to deal with them) and have no goals left to set myself.
Being non-religious I don't have an irrational fear of death, I just see it as the divide between life and a non-existent state in the same way that my birth was a divide between the same non-existent state and life.
It would be nice to see England win the World Cup in my lifetime, but in the grand scheme of things it doesn't really matter, mainly because I don't believe there is a grand scheme of things.
What fascinates me most is that the spark of life - the entity, the consciousness - that is me, must have come from somewhere. Maybe it is just something produced by lots of synapses firing off in my brain, maybe I'm just an area for all my thoughts to come together to enable them to be projected out, and the brain evolved 'conscious identity' as the easiest way of doing this. Or maybe I'm a spirit, or a soul. Or maybe life is something completely different.
6 billion people on the planet and nobody has figured it out yet, I doubt anyone ever will either, and I doubt death will provide any answers. So until that event, I'm just going to carry on enjoying life (and taking the rough with the smooth, for that is part of life).
I'll admit my life isn't perfect, but it's not exactly suicidally-run. At the moment, I'm relatively happy. However, it just seems that people don't appreciate my existance. I have a lot of enemies (I know that sounds stupid, but it's true), but luckily it's the summer holiday so I don't have to deal with 'em.
This may sound odd, but having my memory wiped wouldn't seem like such a bad thing. It'd give me a new perspective on my own life. But I'm rambling, so I'll stop here.
Edit: But at the same time I feel the exact opposite.
> Being non-religious I don't have an irrational fear of death
I think religion makes death a much less frightening propect. At least there's potentially something to look forward to with Heaven.
I'm not suicidal in any way but I am kind of looking forward to the end of my life - I think it's because I'm just so damn lazy and I can finally lie down without having to dread the alarm clock going off.
Recently I've been listening to quite a bit of Swervedriver and Blue Oyster Cult, and that means Last Day on Earth and Don't Fear The Reaper (And Godzilla, but that's beside the point. Naaa na na na naaa...)
I was walking through town with Last Day on Earth running through my mind, and for the first time in ages I felt completely calm.
It'd be a shame not to see it through to old age, and in the short term not to finish this funning uni project, but all in all, I feel quite apathetic about the idea.
I think it'd be nice to have a little bit of notice though, to prepare yourself before you went.
Even odder is that it just started playing on the radio :-S. That's actually fairly creepy.
EDIT: I'll probably come back and post something relevant when I'm more cogent. Just like you to know that this post brought a smile to my face.
It's the music.
Really nice post and it's great to read of someone on here really openly appreciating life for once. No goals to set and you're still young.
Marvellous.