Note to readers – This is not a suicide note. As you will see from the post that follows, if I were to indeed want to kill myself (which I don’t want to) I wouldn’t be writing this post or any other post for that matter. These are just thoughts that have been building in my head these past few weeks, which is a result of the chaotic events that have been unfolding around me all this time.

Peace can be found in the nothingness from which we came. I’ve been thinking about this as of late. It sounds pretty logical to me. But to go back to that nothingness means to destroy peace for someone else, but why must there be those ties that bind us to all these material things? No offence to sentimentalists. I don’t think I’m being an anti sentimentalist by any means but I have been accused of it many times. I think I’m just honest. Even friendship is material is it not? Now I don’t want any of my friends to get offended. I love all of you and I would do anything for any one of you at the drop of a hat. But the fact remains that friendship is just another material thing that binds us through cosmic strings to things that we sometimes might not really want to be connected to. It’s all confusing really.

If peace can be found in the nothingness, happiness is only a blade or a bullet or a noose away. Religions tell us that suicide is wrong. That your entry to the good place will be sealed shut if you do so. Why is this? it’s apparently because no one but the big brother in the attic has the authority on your life and you should not mess with his plans for you. But what if your urge to kill yourself is also a ‘sign’ from the attic? Then what? Well I don’t believe in the attic and I don’t believe in the basement in any case but this is what I have heard from many people who do believe in the attic and the basement. I don’t think it makes sense.

The afterlife in my opinion is heavily misunderstood. This was something I realized a long time ago after a conversation with one of my dearest friends in the whole world and my one and only hardcore stoner buddy who is no longer in Sri Lanka (miss you speevee). Now what happens after you die is one of the worlds favourite topics. Now I have had many a conversation with many people who have given me different theories on the afterlife. The most common things being;

1. The soul lives eternally after the body expires
2. It either goes to attic where everything is bright and cheery, or they go to the basement where it is also bright with the light of eternal fire.
3. There are also those who believe that they are born over and over again in the world as different things depending on the way they live their life.

Now with regard to the soul, I don’t know why people insist that the soul is eternal. What if it’s not eternal? What if the soul too lives for a certain period like the body and then dies as well. I have heard arguments for this statement such as “but the soul can’t die”…Why can’t it die? “Because it’s eternal”….do you know what the soul is? “………………………………………………………………………….”

I’m certainly not saying that I know what the soul is. And like all debates about the after life what I’m saying is absolutely positively USELESS. But an opinion doesn’t hurt eh?

To me the soul is a collection of your thoughts and feelings. It’s what creates the person you are. This is a rather vague description I know but I am yet to go into absolute detail on the soul…I guess I’ll do that soon. My point here is that the soul could very possibly have a lifetime of it’s own that is decided by the way it lives while having a physical body. After that…well you would just cease to exist in the world. Physically and spiritually. Why is that so hard for people to accept as a possibility?

We know that the body turns to dust and rejoins the earth after its death. It becomes a part of what created them. I think the same can be said for the soul. It doesn’t really need to turn to dust. The soul, like the body will disintegrate and who you were will become a part of something else. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a person or animal. It can be anything. A rock, a tree…a bedsheet. Whatever. But the person you were would just cease to exist. In all aspects. That is the ultimate peace in my opinion.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend...” –Jim Morrison-

Yes I do think that peace can be found in the nothingness from which we came.

Guess this is my first post for the year…woo hoo

-LBB-