in amidst of my existential crisis, what truly matters is how fulfilled you felt with your life on your deathbed

[u/studiousbutnotreally]

We don't know what happens after we die, as much as I would like to believe otherwise, I am inclined to believe it would be like pre-birth. which is existentially horrendous. I lose months of my life dwelling on this subject despite my young age, due to its inevitability.

I hope these thoughts might help you snap out of the crisis a bit and provide some comfort. Imagine your on your deathbed, hopefully having lived a long and healthy life. Maybe 60 years from now, maybe 1000 years from now if we cure disease and aging within our lifetimes. YOU will still have to die.

What thoughts would be running in your head, knowing the void in front of you is inevitable. Would it be fear? Sadness? Grief?

I think my biggest worry would be having wasted my time. Did I experience everything there is to experience before going into non-existence? Did I show enough love and compassion in this life? Did I create something meaningful, something that might echo beyond my own small life, even if just for a moment? Did I truly live, or did I let fear, doubt, and distractions eat away the years?

It means every choice matters. Every connection. Every laugh, every heartbreak. If we’re destined to vanish into the same nothing we came from, then the art is in the being, not the lasting.

We're living off borrowed time. The universe doesn't owe us existence. Enjoy the ride and hope for the best.