Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful.
But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
I like to think it’s this… Kurtzgesagt - The Egg
Here’s a link to the original short story https://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html