End of the road

I feel like I've been largely in a semi-conscious mood all my life. I'm very bothered by the fact that I have never felt truly awake or alive. Yet I'm able to taste the many different emotions that run through the course of my veins. There's a nagging suspicion I might be a ghost just floating aimlessly till time's up. Hey, don't snigger there. There's a every single possiblity of that being true. For nothing in life is sure except for death and with the world's progression in Science, even that isn't so sure anymore (Attain immortality, anyone?)

While we're on this touchy topic anyway, when we become ashes we're nothing but a mere memory. To friends, family, lovers and acquaintances. But memories fade don't they, pushed away to the deeper recesses of your consciousness by life's problems. People cope with death. They get over you and move on. The only thing tangible for them to hold on to are your belongings or your death certificate. Who knows they might just chuck your stuff away when they start to rot. (Note: Does your family get to keep your death certificate or does it get buried with you? Or will it be with the government?) These thoughts are depressing. Who knows what kind of world is it when you die. If Heaven and Hell really exists.

Such questions surface in almost everyone and can already be considered as cliched. Too bad we'd probably die before these get answered. Who knows, if we get to go to Heaven, we might even get a chance to ask God.