I often think about death and how I will die, what will happen after death, where I will be and what death will be like exactly. after that, whether I will still be able to engage in the activities I enjoyed while alive, such as drawing and other pleasant things, or whether I will merge with nature and my consciousness will fade away with it. It is truly a profound mystery that I often ponder, and perhaps you who are reading this also frequently think about it. There is a sense of fear and dread, as well as curiosity, and the certainty that I will die, yes, all living creatures must die. The question is, will I be reborn, or will I exist somewhere else in the form of a spirit in another dimension? Will it be as terrifying as what many people say about judgement and all that? Will I go to heaven because of my good deeds in life, or will I be thrown into the fiery pits of hell because of my misdeeds in this world? What is clear is that every human being wants a comfortable life, even after death comes. Then, will I die in my bed or be crushed to pieces by something? What is clear is that I do not know. If only humans could know how they would die, it would surely be terrifying and disrupt their lives, and that is certainly impossible. There is death, and there is also birth, and the number of births is always greater as time goes on. The earth is becoming more crowded with humans, and this will certainly make the earth less hospitable for living creatures because more and more of it is being exploited for human needs. The idea of human waste is interesting to me, even when humans themselves have died and become waste for the earth, then others are born in countless numbers and continue to grow. The Earth is becoming increasingly destroyed over time, and I hope that soon a being with intelligence and other interests will come to Earth, whether to nurture it or even invade it. I am sick of the actions of humans, even though I myself am human and my writing is also read by humans. Then, after I die, will I also be referred to as a human in another form? Do I still need those who are still alive as humans to pray for me after my death? Life is full of mysteries that continue to make me, as a human, question it. And death grows ever closer with each passing moment. Should I prepare for all possibilities, or simply let things unfold as they must? It could be next year, next month, next week, tomorrow, or even in the next few minutes or seconds, I will experience it. One thing is certain: Death Await-s
Okay, I created this collage entirely using Paint.net, taking images from public domain site and using a free font called Chomsky.
Here are the steps I took, which I turned into a GIF :
