Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34296765-20160531180217

''Disclaimer: This is based on true thoughts I have. Yes I'm one mind-bent kid. XD''

As a child, I sometimes cried abruptly for no particular reason when I was alone. It was never in one specific place - it just happened time to time, sporadically. When that happened I would always soothe myself until the silent tears stopped, and just like that the thought was gone.

What was the thought? It's hard to describe, but I like to refer to it as "Human Life in a Nutshell".

When you are born as a baby, life starts fresh for you. The first people you see are your mother and father, still young and energetic, beaming with joy at their newfound child.

You gradually grow up under your parent's doting care into a strong, intelligent pre-teen. You go to school and soak up knowledge with your brain. So far,  life is good for you.

Then as the years progress you develop into a gangly teenager struck by puberty. You start rebelling against your parents more and more and although you feel sorry, you don't have the courage to admit it to them and humiliate yourself. You instead grow only more reckless and audacious.

It is at this time where you start to notice just how old your parents seem now - their body seems to break down, piece by piece, function by function. They take frequent medication now and always complains about chronic ailments all over their body. They're starting to lose hair, the smooth scalp revealing itself through the bald spots.

You eventually grow out of your teenage tendencies and move into the college dormitories. Your parents have visibly aged; their hair is balding as well as turning snow-white and it seems that every day they develop an illness.

You are now a young adult ready to venture into society. You acquire a high-salary job and live a prosperous life. You marry a beautiful spouse and have many joyful, little children to take care of.

Then you receive tragic news. Your parents have passed away.

Think about it. You have lived and conversed with your parents for more than 30 years now. You have witnessed them slowly age and break down, and it seems to you that their time on Earth is depleting rapidly. But now, they are truly gone. Forever. You never feel so lonely.

You are now an old person yourself. You have experienced everything that you could. Sick and weak, you turn to bed and have your loved ones watch over you. You are grateful for them.

Then, at last, Death swings its scythe on you, and the Banshees make their last scream. You die peacefully on your deathbed, with your loved ones staying by your side the whole time.

Think about it. You are gone. Forever. Never to return again to the land of the living. Everything you've accomplished, every emotion you've felt - they dissipate with you. You are literally nothing now.

It doesn't get better even if you believe in an afterlife. Wherever you go, you'll stay up - or down there forever. Time becomes meaningless. You will stay there as your eternal home, repeating day after day over... and over... and over again.

So now you know what's been troubling me. The prospect of... knowing that you will eventually grow old, watch your loved ones slowly waste away, and die yourself... to succumb to the blackness of nothing.

Well, I don't want to be nothing. I want to live more. Please, I don't want to die...

I don't want to die anytime soon...  