Fear of living and not living at all. . .
And I do believe it is that fear of death which keeps us going everyday. When immortality is imagined, the thought of no motivation and no desire comes up. It's like an endless stream of things but nothingness at the same time. Seeing this, some might say that one is living to die. Waiting for the "nothingness" to swallow you.
When one dies, they cannot live their death. Thus, we always live others' deaths and that is the only way we know of the existence of death. When one dies, the world dies with them. There is no forward and backward for them. It's almost like saying they never existed, except for the fact that people have memories of them, which can be quite shaky, seeing how the human brain works and is even known to have hallucinations. And then, these days, we have the physical memories of them, in audio or visual forms. Other than that, are we fooling ourselves about the existence of a person? Are these devices built to capture someone who accompanies us without showing us the harsh reality?
These are just questions which I think about.