Sometimes every now and then I would search up what is the meaning to life. I get the same unsatisfactory answer all the time, “life is what you make of it” bla bla bla. Whenever I have a question I would search the internet for answers. The internet has always been my guide, my “bible” if you will, but lately I find that even the internet can’t answer all of my questions. Like “what was I before I was born?”, and “what happens after I die?”. I would spend hours thinking about these questions in my head. Religion can’t answer my questions either, the only one that can help me is myself. If I leave everything behind and submit my life to death I could find out everything, but I’m too scared to die. No, what I’m scared of the most is the possibility that there is “nothing” after death. I feel sick even thinking about that, it’s like some sort of sick joke, what would be the point of anything? After awhile I would eventually reassure myself that I don’t need to rush or worry, because we are all going to die and find out anyway.