This Morbid Thought Of Mine

Truth to be told, my mind and I do not get along very well. Because most of the times, General Mind loves to put unpleasant thoughts into my head, causing me to waste precious energy to fend off those pesky thoughts. Mind you, the action itself will usually intensify the presence of the morbid notions that I much rather forget about. 

As times goes by, I got better in warding off General Mind's sneaky attacks. Happy thoughts, clever distractions, these two have always worked. But, I am simply human. Sometimes, I just can't help but to entertain them. Now, I know better than to leave myself alone for a long period of time. And God forbid, if I ever catch myself watching another Final Destination movie, I would smack my head, hard.

Today, it happened again. I was caught off guard, when my mind wandered off into its uncharted territories yet again. By the time the thought took over, I was helpless but to ponder on it. Fast as a lightning, it got me thinking and here I am, writing about it.

If I Die Young
(Sing it, Band Of Perry) Wait. (I prefer you, Sam Tsui.)

If I die young, I would be one pissed ghost. Angry because I was robbed a chance to live longer. Regretful because I've not given time to fulfill more wishes of mine. Heartbroken because I've to go early before my loved ones, leaving them mourning for me. Yes, the degree of devastation that my early death could incur is too great that the thought itself is deemed unthinkable, much less unspeakable. Wait. Actually, I snickered a bit when I wrote this because I couldn't imagine myself as a ghost in the first place. Would I be an ugly one? That probably depends on the state of my corpse, I guess. Yo, what the hell am I thinking right now? 

*Automated machine: Please kindly retract those unmindful words of yours, unless you want to be lightning-struck in the next 23 hours. Thank you.*

Okay, fine! I will! Universe, I simply don't have the complete mind control, you know.

But, really, what would we look like after we're no longer, well, HUMAN. By definition we could not possibly look like a human, right? Ignoring both heaven and hell, I'm just going to focus on the concept of afterlife, and all the technicalities involved. Once again, the big question is, how will we look after we've become an afterlife beings? While it's obviously a question without an answer, there's no stopping me to come up with some constructive inputs, right?

I've read enough fiction novels to ponder on the idea of being recognized in the afterlife by our soul mate, loved ones and acquaintances from our previous lives. For those of the lucky people who pass on at the same state of life, good for you. But not many are that privileged. If one entity passed on at 30, how would he be able to find his partner who gone off at 60? Certainly, you wouldn't want to wait for ages to meet your mate, just to find him, wrinkled with age right? Not an option when you're at your prime age. Yes, not an option..........*Crap. My mind wanders off again.

Anyway, I could only remember until this. *Sigh. I'm just wasting my brain cells' energy at it, just to arrive at blank point. Tragic, but that's how my silly mind works.