Sometimes I think that what would it have felt like if we did not die but evaporated. It’s the most annoying thought for me to die one day not knowing which day. What if I die today? I should do this and that just in case. Every day I think what if today is the last day. And then I rush in thinking what should I have done or what should I do for my daughter who is still just sixteen. If I die today, then what will happen to her future? Where will she live? Would she be able to accomplish all what she could do while I live with her?
It’s really painful to think all this. So just yesterday, in order to find a solution for my misery, a thought dived in and soar all day in my objective mind. What if we evaporated slowly and slowly as we grew older? This way we would always know how much life is left by calculating the remaining mass of our body. And cities had some extra space on land when no graveyards were needed. No need to bury and live in fear of being buried alive. No fear of suffocation in case if there really is a life underground after death. Our loved ones could breath us instead of crying on our grave or ashes on the mantle.
Evaporation would be better if our bodies shrunk in proportion, getting thinner as we aged – first the skin goes then flesh, veins and bones. We will always know how much time we have left. We can decide where we want to die, with who we wanted to be in the end. We could see light getting dimmer and dimmer. And the day came when we saw the last sight of the light just like the last drop that pops up and fall when slime is sucked in a drain pipe in cartoon movies. A sound of ‘PLOP’ and we are gone. End of life.
interesting
Wonderful 🙂