When I was young, I was scared of it
The idea that I would disappear forever
But now, I’m not really afraid of death
Because even that emptiness, that fear
Even the “me” who would feel it disappears
And actually, even just a moment ago
I think that version of me is already gone forever
The me from a moment ago is already dead
I’m basically newly born right now
Like I’ve been copied or continuously continued,
And at some point, it simply stops and breaks
So I’m not afraid of death
Life doesn’t really continue
It’s separated and disconnected
That’s how it is from the beginning
So the idea of “continuing” itself has no meaning
Because it doesn’t truly continue
It could be expressed as a drawing
Not a straight line, but like dots, dots, dots—disconnected
So socially, I may appear continuous
But from the perspective of my subjective self
It’s not continuous
That’s why there’s no need to fear death
Even the process of dying is a moment of life
And in that moment
I hope it won’t be too painful
There may be things I should prepare for that time
And to avoid regretting the past
There are things I can do now
