Forgotten journeys

I am scared of Death. In fact death is my worst fear. You may think this is normal, after all isn't everyone afraid of death ?
However, the real question here is not if I fear death, it is why I fear death. Is it the pain ? the horror, the sadness, the lack of certainty in knowing what happens afterward ? Yes, these are certainly features of death that contribute to my fear. However there is another feature of death that may not seem so obvious. The feature has to do with a terrible, spontaneous loss of information. What information am I talking about ? Why should I be worried about losing information ? I am talking about the most precious information a human can gain, I am talking about the story that makes us unique as individuals, the story that becomes our prejudices, opinions and ultimately our actions. I am talking of the internal being that we spend our whole lives understanding and developing, I am talking about the mind.

Everyday a wealth of information is lost in time. Memories are lost, emotions and thoughts remain secrets for all eternity, and records of the journey we call life are forever lost in time. Life is less about places we go to, the jobs we carry out, it is more about the internal set of thoughts that make up our unique perspectives. Just as a small kid dreams about getting a certain toy and then when he finally gets it, seems to lose interest rather fast, sometimes the journey can be more rewarding than the destination. Fulfilling a dream is more than than just the dream itself, it is about the process of achieving that dream, and it is this rich reservoir of information in a human that death takes away.

Perhaps this is a good reason to have a blog. My Blog is a record of my thoughts, my emotions, my Life.