A Depressing Thought

So here lately (aka, the past two days) death has been on my mind. It's a depressing thought, yet a very intriguing one. One side of me wants to know what happens. Do you just.... Be gone? Are you reincarnated? Is there some other world? What the hell happens...?!

It saddens me to know that someday I will have to find out this little question, but life wouldn't be life without death would it? I mean, you live your life the way you want it, take the course you want, and at the end of it... You find the answer to the question everyone wants to know.

I mean, life is great! Don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't want to live forever... Because then you don't find out what life is all about.

I laid in my bed awake last night for a good three hours trying to imagine what could happen... And I got so fed up and depressed with the thought of it, I felt physically sick. Sitting here typing this now I feel as if I had a ton of bricks on my chest.

Oh well... I guess I cross this bridge when it comes.