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This is the question I was confronted with when my Dad died a few months ago. Even though I knew it was coming (he was very old) and I tried to 'prepare for it', it still was shocking for me. I struggled to understand how one minute he existed, now he didnt'. His whole life gone, like he was never here. Then I was confronted with my own mortality - one day that will be me. I have questioned myself everyday what happens after death - what if there is no afterlife? What does it feel like to not exist? My brain hurts thinking about it. I find the idea terrifying that there could just be oblivion. But then when I wake up in the morning, I ponder, what if I hadn't woken up? It wasn't too bad.
However intuitively, I think we do go on in some form. It doesn't make sense to spend all this time evolving only just to snuff it all out in the end.
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