Ad Astra.

For some time now, that word has conjured some thinking. No, I am not suicidal, depressed, or emo. No, I do not purposefully think about it - it just randomly comes up. I’ve thought about the inevitable: my parents dying, my family members dying, my brother dying, my friends dying, me dying.

I think it’s just made me think what it must be like - to live no more, and what will happen after the event. I don’t believe in an afterlife; we get one shot to make our mark in this world, and I think that death can serve as motivation to make us live our lives to the fullest potential. But it’s depressing how our time will end, how we won’t see the technology, humanity, and the world unravel past our last breath. Every time I think about it, my gut twirls, my heart sinks, and my body shivers. I don’t know why I’m thinking about death at such an early age. Maybe I should think about this wonderful thing called life.

I just needed to let this out.