I wonder about this a lot, it actually makes me speechless sometimes, I just lie there & think about what it could possibly be like.
This is how I think it is:
You have no more worries, you are at ease with how you lived your life.
You don’t have to wonder what’ll happen in a year, or 5 or 10.
You have flashbacks, that make you proud of the life you lived.
You are scared of what’s to come when you know that they’ve closed for the last time.
You don’t have to care about what anyone says anymore, cause you won’t be there.
You don’t have to worry about impressing anyone, or living up to anyone’s expectations anymore.
You feel free, free of all lives worries & problems, of all the chaos, of all the pain, of all the backstabbing people.
Then you feel some regret, maybe you never got the chance to say goodbye, maybe there was one last thing you wanted to do, or say to that special someone.
You suddenly feel like you should’ve written a letter, for everyone whose touched your life & made you feel special.
You feel relief, as you take that last breath, and pray that if there’s a God you believe in, that he’ll still take you into his golden kingdom.
This is what I think it would be like. It seems like something crazy to think about your final moments when you’re only young & not suicidal & not dying from any kind of sickness.
But honestly, I think it helps sometimes. It’s something to look forward to, because you’ll be at peace with yourself, no matter what.
Call me crazy.