and I'm not talking a specific person or for the fame or money but because...
you actually wanted another life?
or you always liked the idea of being someone or something completely different than what you are right now.
I wonder what it would be like to be an animal.
They're so independent and strong, and life is so quick for them. They don't have to worry about anything but survival.
And some of them don't even care about surviving.
Or what about being a star?
Can you imagine how many people would be glancing at you every now and then?
Millions of people all over the world (that is if you are visible to those on Earth) are laying down on the grass, or sand, or dust, just looking at you? And all of those stars surrounding you?
I wonder what it would be like to burn out after millions of years, being out in the universe?
just.. gone.
after all that time.
it brings me to the question of what it's like taking your last breaths as a human.
what if you know it's happening? what are you thinking?
I mean, what would you think as you're laying somewhere on the verge of the end of it all.
Would you have one of those "life before my eyes" moments?
Would you feel your heartbeat slowing down?
Would you feel your soul leave your body?
And what happens after that?
If you have a faith of some sort, I bet that question is simple.
But what about those who are still shaky on the idea of something coming after death?
Will you get to live another life?
Will you become a star?
Will you become an animal?
Or what if, what if...
it really is all over?
You cease to be.
All of you.
Your soul, your body.
Everything.
It wouldn't even be blackness or light,
just, a whole lot of nothing...
I'd like to believe there's a Heaven or safe place where I can lay in a cloud for eternity eating grapes...
That'd be nice.
Whatever happens, maybe if I do become something else, I hope somehow there's a glitch in the system so I can remember my old life and live something completely new so I know what it's like to be something or someone else.
That way I won't have to ponder it in my next life, this, that I'm writing about.
with love,
Lizzie
p.s. sorry if this makes no sense. but then again maybe you didn't even make it this far down my post if that was the case...