One day, my body will stop working. My mouth will open or my nostrils will flare and I will breathe in my last breath of oxygenated air. That air bubble will travel to my heart who will, for the last time, steal the oxygen and send the carbon on it’s departing flight out of my vessel. My heart will drum it’s last lub-dub, and blood will be pumped through my arteries and veins to my vital organs like children taking one last ride down the waterslide.
Then, everything will stop.
My organs will shut down, my heart will stop pumping. My brain will go dead. My body- my shell- will be like a car on the side of the road with a dead engine; useless.
But what about my thoughts, my ideas? Where will I be? Surely, I won’t be trapped in the cage of my cranial skull, in the depths of my brain. What will I look like? Will I be happy? Will I see my family and friends? Will have any regrets? Will I wish I would have prayed more laughed more sang more eaten more lived more more more more?