The thought freaks me out, relaxes me, makes me feel very lucky, saddens me, makes me insanely jealous and heightens my disgust for religion
It freaks me out as it brings up crazy questions about reality and existence.
It's relaxing in a way. One day I will lie down and drift off into the void. I dunno, there's something comforting about that. (that's assuming I don't die a very painful and traumatic death!)
It makes me realise just how lucky I have been - most don't even get a chance to die.
It saddens me because there are so many amazing things I will miss out on eg. Things like
-the gaining of answers to big questions,
-the gaining of completely new mysteries that we now could probably not even comprehend
-amazing technological advancement, including immortality
It makes me insanely jealous of the unborn who will experience the above.
And it makes me even more disgusted at the pathetic little religions which have retarded advancement (and continue to do so) and withheld amazing benefits from those who toiled in the past, myself and others in the present and those of future generations.
Heavy stuff for a Sunday night!