If 'everything is borrowed,' is the only thing I can leave behind in this world 'something intangible'?

If it is true that 'the time I can spend in this world as a living being is finite'.

Is what comes next, after all, 'the afterlife'?

Hmm.
However, since it shouldn't be 'this world,' it shouldn't be like 'here where I am now.'
In other words, I don't feel like it's a 'physical world' where something 'tangible' exists.
No, even before the 'physical world,' there is no guarantee that 'my consciousness,' or in other words, 'my existence,' will remain as the individual 'me'.

I tend to imagine the 'afterlife' based on the standards of 'this world'.

However, since I only know 'this world' when it comes to the world, I can only imagine the world as being like 'this world.' —Which means, if we assume there is an 'afterlife,' I have no choice but to think about that after I go to the 'afterlife.' —Originally, there is a possibility that the afterlife is 'something that cannot even be imagined' and 'far beyond the imagination of those living in this world.'

More than that.

Right now, I want to think about 'this world' where I am.

Because!
To think that I only have (probably) a few more decades left, —what? I can't believe it all of a sudden, but is it true?! (It is true!!)
(Wait, no, you, why are you saying 'all of a sudden' when you were writing about that extensively here yesterday? Haha.)

Oh, when I think about things like that, my self-consciousness feels like it's about to slip away from 'this world.' —Should I say it's a feeling like I'm only barely connected to this world at the point of contact with the ground? —A feeling that if my own weight and gravity were gone, I would just drift away from this world, that kind of feeling.

The 'me who is alive' is—oh my, how precarious it is!

Even though this world, this world of ours, will (probably) continue even after I am gone?
—When I think about it that way, I even start to feel like I am 'barely being allowed to exist in this world.' (The autumn leaves after the rain are piercing to my eyes. —It's presbyopia. Haha.)

It is often said that 'you cannot take things or money to the afterlife.'

—I see, so I will have to leave everything behind.

The moment I am gone from this world, everything I owned will have to be returned to 'this world.'
—I see, when you think about it in terms of a 'natural timeline' that is longer than your own life, you could say that all my belongings are just 'things I am borrowing for a while.'

Everything in this world is 'borrowed.'
—In reality, there is not a single thing that is 'my own.'

If you're not careful, you could even say that your own body is borrowed.
—The shape and form of this body will eventually disappear, and its function as a 'vessel for the soul' will be lost.
However, the 'atoms' that make up the 'material of my body' will not disappear from 'this world' but will be 'left behind.' —At the 'atomic' level, everything must be returned exactly as it is to 'this world'—well, the specific place of return will generally be this 'Earth and its atmosphere'—I have to return it here.
(It literally means 'returning to the soil and to the heavens (in terms of moisture, that is, water vapor).')

Hmm.

We are people who, like Gian from Doraemon saying 'what's yours is mine, what's mine is mine,' spend our limited lives obsessed with getting things one after another, saying 'This is mine!'

—When I think that 'everything is borrowed' and 'the end is an automatic (forced) return,' even our 'violent way of living' starts to feel like a 'fleeting dream' to us humans.

If you consider that 'tangible things' are subject to the 'physical laws' of this world, and that 'everything will eventually lose its form'...

I wish I could leave behind something 'wonderful' in this world, something 'intangible,' if possible.

—That is the kind of thing I have started to think about, as autumn deepens all the more.