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There's no reincarnation and no afterlife. But comparison of human's life and duck's one made me thinking about it for a brief moment. Nah, human life is generally better and much more sophisticated. But yes, ducks don't have to think about so much things.
Fucking love everything about this comic. And I'm sad that I can't find an RSS feed of the artist's content without looking to shitty social media platforms.
Always to balance between starvation, predators and diseases - who ever would ask for more?
When I was a kid I was horrified by the idea of oblivion; just one day your body is too worn out to ever let you wake up again and you just don't, no dreams, no fate, no long tunnel of light. Not even sitting around waiting for something, but going back to the place I was for all the thousands of years before I was born; not being at all.
I swear, the older I get the more and more attractive that idea sounds, and the horror is the idea of ever having to do this again.
As a child I was suspicious of death. What is it? One moment you're alive and the next you're not. I reasoned that it must be a state of non-existence, just as was my state before my birth. I could not know that though. One moment I'm not alive and the next I am. As far as I knew one person died and another was born. If I were to die I might just be born again somewhere else. I was horrified: we're trapped. I never wanted to be alive. I am compelled to be. I do feel trapped. I'm plagued by procrastination in every aspect of my life. If I could choose I would choose to have never existed. I see life as a mistake.
Abstract absurdities such as Buddhism (below commentator mentioned it) have taken on a different quality as I age. I would have mocked such absurdity as a child--and I was often confused about people's fascination with fantasy (religions)--but time has given it a context. Life's absurd and if everything's absurd nothing is.
I would embrace death if I could get their fast, without this body refusing so completely. I think it's a fact that there's more suffering than pleasure in all aspects of life.
Everything I perceive is full of contradictions: if you were to love a partner you'd never wish childbirth upon them; to force pain upon them willingly and to put them at risk of death itself during childbirth. Every child is a mistake.
I feel there's two-parts to us. One that has a type of abstract logic and the other that has a real logic. They're at constant odds with each other. Some people are controlled more by one than the other, but no one is content in any capacity.
Because it's such a taboo topic I have no grounded reference, but I do wonder if everyone would rather not have existed.
More like trillions of years. As a secular person, I do still hold out hope for the idea of some kind of afterlife. Like maybe this is a simulation or something like that, and we'll get to be reunited with all our loved ones and continue to exist, explore and try new things, read all the books that have ever been written, watch all the movies and TV shows, play all the games, visit areas throughout history that you could've never seen while alive, talk to all the famous people throughout history who've lived and died - you get the point - up until we tire of existence itself and commit ourselves back to the universal fold. Basically, the setting of the Good Place, once it was turned into the actual Good Place. I really hope for something like that, because going back to nonexistence bums me out, even if by definition we cannot experience it.
The Buddha became enlightened and escaped the cycle of reincarnation. In this he entered the state of Nirvana:
Yes, it'll be a bloody long time before I come back as a human, I'll tell you that for nothing.
You want to be reincarnated as an Epcot duck. Sure, there are fireworks every night, but other than that, it is easy, fat, living.