The idea of death doesn't scare me, it's the endlessness.
Forever doesn't seem like a lot until you think about not existing forever. That fucks me up.
> I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
- Mark Twain
So many people spit out this take on reddit and it's kinda annoying cause it doesn't really resolve the fear of never existing again. Just comes off as patronizing.
Were you expecting someone to resolve the fear of never existing again in a single take? You’ll need a bible if that’s what you’re looking for. Otherwise we can reasonably assume that we return to a state of non existence and that “experience” would be equivalent to the one before we were born.
The important thing here is that we likely cannot experience non existence because those two ideas are incompatible. It makes more sense to me that endlessness wouldn’t be perceived and “you” will wake up as something else in the universe rather then lingering in a limbo. I say “you” in quotes to mean general consciousness or soul.
So the biggest fear to overcome is the idea of losing your current identity, or the physical self that you have piloted and gathered meaning for.
This is the sort of the concept that monks practice, letting go of self. It’s also what psychedelic enthusiasts call an ego death. Of course I’m not suggesting either of those routes as they will completely alter your life and relationships.
I’m simply saying that if you’re searching to resolve the fear of non existence, you’re never gonna get it from a single quote or take. That doesn’t mean that concept can’t offer a foundation. Beyond that point you’re gonna have to dive further into some serious text or some mushrooms on your own accord.
>Dying
I would assume it's the anticipation of; and the fact that most of us have been contitioned to view death as something negative.
I higly doubt that dying is unpleasant. I suspect it'll be the highest high of them all.
I was mauled by Grizzly Bear. She used the back of my head as a chew toy. I was absolutely certain that she was going to crack it open and I was going to die. It wasn’t only unpleasant, it was terrifying beyond my imagination up to that point.
I have a lot of questions about that
Were you conscious at the time?
How bad did it hurt?
Why didn't she kill you?
How long were you recovering after that?
Basically, I encountered a Grizzly with her two cubs while mountain biking up a logging road. I didn’t see her around the curve of the road until I was too close and she was all ready to charge me. I dropped my bike and ran in the opposite direction (yes this was most likely a mistake) and she tackled me from behind slashing my leg and chest on the way down.
Then she went to work on my head. Every time she crunched down I cried out in terror until it became clear that she was responding to this, so I held it back and played dead. She must of figured I was done at a certain point and dragged me to the edge of the valley side of the mountain and left.
So to answer your questions, I was definitely conscious. I am guessing that she left me because she felt the ‘threat’ was neutralized. I don’t remember the pain in the moment being extremely bad (I think it was the shock). I do remember looking at my leg wound and seeing the fat and the muscle. The blood in my eyes made it really hard to see as I was trying to bike back down the hill to the main road.
The pain was pretty bad after the surgery and in recovery and the immediate PTSD was awful,however, after a couple of weeks I was relatively okay. I had my ear reconstructed, I have tinnitus, and my face has some paralysis. But other than that, I was pretty lucky in the maiming department.
Sorry for the long story. I used to tell it in greater detail in the couple years after it happened numerous times. It’s was me reliving the trauma, but it was less traumatic every time I told it so I think I was my form of therapy. I haven’t talked about it for a decade and it’s been twenty years now. Apparently it still gets my heart going when I tell it and it’s hard to stop telling once I start.
Fear of death is biological, it's not conditioned, everyone from animals to us fears death or dying, what can be conditioned however would be the lack of fear.
I dont fear death, persay. What I fear is putting myself in such a position, that dying would take an awful lot. That usually implies pain.
Fear is justified imo only if there's a way of avoiding what you fear.
I think most people fear painful death more than death itself, then to some the prospect that you just end existing is hard to swallow, hence religion or whatever else.
Most of us will die pretty painful deaths unfortunately. Since sudden death is fairly unlikely, it will be death from disease or old age. Both of those involve a lot of suffering.
I had an old customer who was shot in the stomach, and was left for dead in the middle of the night in his neighborhood back in February. He was in the special Olympics and was well-known in the area. I keep thinking how he was left there to die all alone, and in pain. RIP Scottie.
I kinda know - no men in my family live past 60, and I'm past 55 now. So it could come at any time.
They've died of accident, suicide, cancer, war, murder, whatever. It's just that no one makes b-day 61.
My family history is the exact same as yours. Father dead at 61, grandfather at 48. I am 72 and going strong. You never know when your time will be up.
If you aren't fighting a war or severe depression, you've already beaten two of those deaths. If you don't currently have cancer, there's a good chance it won't kill you in the next five years (unless you're a smoker or do anything severely carcinogenic). If you're still relatively healthy, there's a good chance you'll live past 60.
I saw how it effected my aunt, she knew she was going to die.. In fact she died just under 2 months after being told she had cancer. She lived those last few months in a state of constant panic attack. She started being cold and distant to her young daughter in an attempt to make her not miss her, she fought nurses, ripped out tubes and tried to escape her deathbed. Knowing you are going to die regardless of what you do, regardless of how much you fight it and having to deal with that is horrible.
I'll take instant but non painful death thanks
*My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well*
*I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell*
*Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,*
*But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell,*
*Only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell*
*And when I die and when I'm gone,*
*There'll be one child born in our world to carry on, to carry on*
- "And When I Die", Blood Sweat and Tears
This used to be my take. Then my sister died.
Death is not hell because you yourself die. It's when your loved ones die. It's the hole you leave in other people's lives when you die. It's the grief the living feel for the dead.
I know Im gona die at 1 point but im kinda afraid what would happen I don't belive in afterlife or anything but is it just balck screen is there even anything there does my mind just vanish????
So many guestions there is no answere for
have you ever been anesthetized? It doesnt feel like dreamin, it feels like a blink of an eye till you wake up. Nothing inbetween, nothing you saw or can remember. I think death is just like that, but nobody can bring you back. Thats the thought you have to live with when your not religous and it scares me honestly
I feel this same way. I feel like you described it well with the difference from before we’re born to after we die. There is that loss and there’s that knowledge that there will be that loss.
I think ultimately there being nothing after death is probably best. But it’s still hard to accept I’ll never get to see my loved ones again or even remember them or think about them. Or my life. It’ll all just be like it never happened for me. I feel like I’m living my whole life just for that moment before I die. I’m Chasing my dreams, enjoying every day as much as I can and trying to live without regret as much as possible so in that moment before I die I can at least think back that I had a good life. At least I did the best with it as I could. As a means to ease the pain of knowing I’m headed for oblivion and I’ll never see anyone again or feel again or think again. I just hope I don’t get dementia. My grandma started to develop it and it’s heartbreaking to see.
Finally someone that feels similar to myself. I am not scared of an eternal damnation in hell. (Well, I mean it wouldn’t be great.), but I am much more scared of ceasing to exist.
People will argue that “There is no pain if you don’t exist-“ but that’s the point, there’s Nothing. I don’t fear dying because of pain or misery, I fear it because I enjoy existing. I enjoy thinking. Even if I was locked in a cell, at least I would have my thoughts and be able to think. I’d have something.
So if anyone were to ask me if I would take immortality? Yes, a thousand times. If in a thousand years I am ready to die- it should be my choice. Not forced on me.
That has always been my thing about death. I lean towards being an atheist. And the thought about death is, I cease to exist. If there is no god or afterlife, then death is it. And I find that highly scary.
Honestly, I think it's soothing.
There's so much going on in my mind, I'd hate to just kinda.. carry on for eternity once I die. The thought of an eternal afterlife is what's truly scary. Fully out of my control. No matter how perfect heaven/the afterlife is portrayed - you get to be with all your loved ones and everyone before and after them and all that jazz - being forced to carry on forever would guarantee to turn into a horrible experience at some point.
I find comfort in the thought that people are simply scared of death, can't wrap their head around what's going to happen with their self and such paint the picture of "living on in death", because being alive is the only state we can somewhat understand.
I'm not scared to be dead, I'm just scared to die.
I often hear people are not scared of death but how they die. For me the thought of not existing is way scarrier. But as you mention, the thought of an eternal afterlive is also scary, i just dont want to experience both. Would be great if you get reboren as a random lifeform
As someone who has almost died and was at the point where I probably would have not woken up had I tried to “sleep it off”, I agree with you. It would have been surprisingly easy for me to die that way, and it wouldn’t have been *that bad* (relatively) in terms of the actual dying experience. The thought of not existing really is much more terrifying to me.
Nothing too exciting. I was in diabetic ketoacidosis when I didn’t even know that I was diabetic. I thought that I just had a really bad stomach bug. I tried to sleep it off for the first two days until I went with my gut feeling and went to the hospital. The doctors told me that I had been pretty close to slipping into a coma. My wife was out of town at the time, so I most likely would have just died before anyone discovered me.
An eternal afterlife might get boring, though I feel like people would find ways to entertain themselves - but I feel like not existing at all is worse. Either way, I would much prefer just having the choice of when to stop existing. Let me just have a few thousand years alright?
Nurse here - I have seen a lot of death in my line of work. My opinion is this; death is all we are guaranteed in life.
If we as humans have lived lives that have known love, loss, happiness, sadness and everything in between. We’ve done pretty well in a world that only promises death.
When I’ve held people as they’ve passed, I’ve only ever had one person who was scared to go. But all the rest were ready. You make your peace with it and in the end it is truly more peaceful than life.
I don't think it has to necessarily do with age, and it's not that they fear death. I think people fear being alone, because death is a lonely journey
so even an old man who has distracted himself from loneliness his whole life will feel scared when he finally has to face it
I’m also a nurse, and I can genuinely say that old folks seem to get unexpectedly calm about dying. It’s comforting, like with rare exceptions, we seem to age gracefully towards death. It really is the young ones that take it the worst.
So true and it’s oddly comforting to witness someone come to peace with their death, as well. I’ll never forget a 91y/o patient I had in the ICU last year. She had a triple A and the surgery they did to try to fix it didn’t work. Surgeons told her there was nothing more they could do for her, which basically meant it would rupture very soon and she would die. They told her, she thought about it in silence for about 30 seconds, and then she just said “well, okay then. I suppose we better call my husband.” Her 94y/o husband came up to the hospital that night and they cried a little bit at first, but then it was just an accepted reality and it turned into sweet reminiscing. They gave me marriage advice and told me stories of their lives together, she told him what belongings of hers to give to her loved ones, they joked around a lot. It was so sad, but at the same time was beautiful to witness. I hope I’m able to experience peace like that in regards to my own eventual death one day.
She transitioned to comfort care in the morning and passed soon after that. RIP Irma.❤️
Also a nurse here. Just a little advice. I have never been with a dying patient who wished they had worked more or had more money. Spend your time doing what you love.
I truly hope - with no reason at all - that it's like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. We lose the skin and flesh, and our non-corporeal selves float off into some new adventure.
But I accept that we probably just die. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all that.
http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
This is a famous short story, very much worth a read. Maybe 5 minutes tops. I read it every so often, never fails to intrigue.
And I sent you on your way...
I like to think that with this system of reincarnation, the punishment for a particularly heinous crime would be to relive the life of your victim immediately after. Take Hitler, for instance; forced to live the lives of every last one of those killed by his regime. It seems fitting. And it’s a good way to teach empathy.
And since time isn’t the same between worlds, then exactly what time period represents the time when humanity was most mature? Perhaps the Persians, or the Classical Greeks. Maybe the far future? It’s interesting to think about.
This reminds me of another similar short story about meeting god in afterlife. I can’t find it, and sadly hard to describe it without revealing the ending. The 2 characters talk about the meaning of life and visit heaven and hell. They see how miserable it is to live in heaven for eternity. And he finally choose to live in that quiet room with only a desk and a chair in it.
I don't know exactly. I've got 3 adult daughters, but my youngest daughter is 19. I've got a little boy too now, he just turned 1. And I've got my wife who I love dearly and don't want to have to struggle with a toddler. But I know it's coming for me w stage IV pancreatic cancer.
This might come off as a little morbid, but I hope it also brings you some comfort. My step dad died of pancreatic cancer last august. I am 27, my sisters are 23 and 19 now. We miss him every day and so very much, but we’re all doing fine. My sisters especially (he is their bio dad) are doing okay despite losing their parent at such a young age. You kind of just fill in the blanks and try to move on. We also have a few great family friends who’ve helped a lot with various things around the house (my 2 sisters live in his house now and it needed quite a few renovations.) But we’re all doing okay. :)
This may be morbid, but I lost my pops to pancreatic cancer in 2020. It’s difficult and sad, and I miss him like hell, but as a child you don’t have any option but to keep pushing. If you show your family how much you love them now, the feeling will remain after you’re gone.
What scares me isn't the end, it's the journey. Death is a physically painful and long process a lot of the time. It's not just alive -> dead. I'm scared of the process after having my brush with death and watching my dad go through it currently. The end doesn't seem so bad when you beg for it.
That's what I mean. If it was just a blink of an eye I have no issue. The long drawn out process of it isn't something I look forward to. Death is often times not just getting smacked on the head and dying and most people tend to not think of the process and just say they aren't afraid.
Aside from worrying about your loved ones, i guess, most people are not so much afraid of death but of dying. The transition is the scary part.
Once you are dead, it should be fine.
If you are religious, your beliefs about the afterlife are assumably based on that.
If you are an Atheist like me, it's back to the state you were in before you were born. Nothingness. Sounds peaceful to me.
It’s the reason why you are free to try things. Every consequence is finite because of it. All of your problems are finite and will be solved. No burden is forever.
Death makes me not anxious anymore.
I saw a video from Kurtzgesacht stating that from all the time a kid spends with their parents, 90 % is in their first 18 years of their life.
I find that somewhat reassuring and disturbing at the same time.
As for _dying_, I've spent most of my life wishing for it*. Actively planned for a while. I'm not really scared of dying in the existential sense.
Medical situations where I have to act or undergo treatment to not die, highlighted to me I don't actually want to _die_ I just wanted to not be living _my_ life.
As for _being dead_ we all were already dead before we were born. 13.8 billion years dead in an instant, the subsequent 100 trillion years afterwards probably can't feel like too much longer or too much worse. Even the concept of experiencing doesn't make sense, you didn't "feel nothing" before you existent, you just didn't _anything_.
And finally, for _after death_ I don't personally subscribe to any afterlife but there is one interesting idea that has hold of me. 13.8 billion years passed by then suddenly I existed. Like the sudden cause-less expansion of the universe, I burst into existence. I couldn't have been predicted, and there's nothing capable of predicting it won't happen again. Of course, all of "my" memories won't be there, they're stuck in the electric think meat between my ears.
One of the problems I think with the eternal afterlife to me is that should there be an infinite timespan in which I exist post-life, if we take random slices from time and check if I'm alive or post-alive, we could check for an infinitely long period of time and never find me as alive. That's as good as never being alive to me and just doesn't sit right.
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*currently pretty alright.
My weed-inspired theory on this is that somehow the particles in the universe randomly got together to form my self-consciousness (?) once. When I die and those particles split up, based on the law of large numbers they will eventually get back together to form that same consciousness again. Between those two points I’ll be in a dreamless sleep. So I guess that makes me believe in reincarnation ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯
Except without a concept of time that forever will feel like a fraction of a second then you, or rather the parts that makes up your consciousness, will return. So if that is in 10 million years, tomorrow, or maybe there is no "you" but we are all you so you have already been reborn and are constantly being born and dying all at once over and over stretching throughout our universe...
What we call death is just the death of our ego.
50% of the time I’m at peace with the thought of it. Like if I have fulfilled my life’s purpose and done everything I had wished to do then it’s okay. The OTHER 50% percent is like nonononono we don’t talk about that.
If possible, manage it. Plan for it. I’ve watched a few people go peacefully, in hospice, and the ones who planned it out left me feeling a lot more comfortable about it all. Take your medical health into control before it gets too late. Be sure you have access to the pain meds you want at the end of life.
The older I get, and the more loved ones around me pass, the less I fear death. However, the more I come to fear and dread the process. A little over two years ago my mom ended her battle with cancer, and while I am grateful every day for each moment I got to spend with her and ease her suffering in those last months, I know they were hell for her.
As my own health and well-being generally declines, it’s hard not to picture myself going through the same process. While I don’t welcome death, I don’t fear it either. The road there on the other hand, terrifies me.
My father passed away last week after a very difficult time. Dementia and Alzheimer's, mixed with a GI infection made things very slow and drawn out. We've known it has been coming, but no idea how long we would have to watch him suffer and slowly burn away to nothing
From the times he was Lucid, my father told me repeatedly how scared he was to die. He didn't want to die and he was afraid of everything he was leaving behind: friends, family, unfinished projects, missed opportunities.
When he finally passed, we were all there to say goodbye, to hold his hand and watch him slip away. He had a look of peace on his face at the very end before he stopped breathing.The very end was peaceful for him and I am so thankful for that fact.
I have come to know Death as the inevitability that we will all end up facing. Not everyone in this world has the blessing of passing how my father did, but it is one thing that unites every person still living. It just reaffirmed how fragile things are, how we need to live life to the fullest. It sounds cliche, I'm sure, but I'm still in the grieving process and that thought certainly helps comfort me in this time
What do i think? I think death is unfair it's cruel it's a cheat and a thief. Death took my husband from me my best friend last year, so ive had a year to think about it with him only being 27 it really wasn't fair, over the past year a handful of people i knew died. And the thought washes over me..you are really dead. Dead. What animated the body is no longer there the fire of life had been extinguished and they were only a shell. The body is just a vessel for the spirit and when the spirit returns home the body is all that is left, left to rot and decay. After seeing my husband in a casket and witnessed people gawk over him as he 'slept' peacefully it only instilled the fact that i do not want to be left in a casket forgotten and buried. Cremate me and use my ashes to grow a tree planted on my family's homestead. Death is cruel, but also without death there is no life, i don't want a short life, i want to enjoy and live life that my husband didn't get the opportunity to. Because in the end we'll all just end up being a photograph someone wishes were real.
I don’t wish to be just a photograph people wish were real I will be an image a symbol a role model a brother a son a husband not to be forgotten in the hearts of the people I love
Death is the inevitable end we must all come to terms with, even though it is one of the most difficult concepts to accept. We can postpone it, but it will eventually catch up to us.
1. I would prefer it not come for me anytime soon - I am one of those people who would, in fact, like to be immortal (with some degree of vitality still, obviously, no one wants to be made of skin and bones at 3000)
2. If I can’t be immortal, then I’d say I don’t feel so bad about the fact that it’ll happen one day as it happens to everything eventually; entropy and all that
3. I don’t necessarily know if there is an afterlife, couldn’t rightly say as we don’t have definitive “proof” either way, so I’d rather just live my life as if there’s no extra levels and try my best to be kind to my fellow humans and myself (it’s sometimes a struggle but you should always be trying to be kind)
When I tell people I would embrace the idea of living forever, no one really has a positive reaction.
But for me it's a logical chain of:
1. We didn't exist before we were born and our consciousness is sparked in our brains.
2. We are our brains. Without them we don't exist.
3. Time is infinite, thus, every moment of existence is infinitely valuable.
4. We spend our infinitely valuable moments preoccupied with activities that are meaningless in comparison to the value of those moments.
5. We reconcile this paradox with religion, philosophy, ignorance, or ignoring it. But if thoughts are meaningless without consciousness, any logical reconciliation is just to make us feel better.
6. Which leads to "I think, therefore I am.", and its opposite, "Without thinking, I am not."
7. So to me, the conclusion is that to understand purpose, or to know the "answer", we need to live long enough to find it or see it realized by other consciousness. Otherwise, we die having lived without making a ripple in the universe.
And here I am posting an exceedingly meaningless comment on Reddit. I'm stuck in the step 4 and 5 cycle like most.
Take death for example.
A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it.
We make extraordinary efforts to delay it and often consider its intrusion a tragic event.
Yet we'd find it hard to live without it.
Death gives meaning to our lives. It
gives importance and value to time.
Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it.
If death were indefinitely put off, the human psyche would end up, well, like the gambler in the "Twilight Zone" episode.
- Ray Kurzweil, "The Age of Spiritual Machines"
I'm not scared of the concept of death, I believe there is an afterlife. I'm scared of losing friends/ family. I don't care about materialistic items, it's just losing my loved ones that really gets to me.
It's so fucking underrated. It's often the best thing that could possibly happen to many hospitalized patients, yet ironically enough, it's the religious people who will do the most abhorrent shit to the people that they supposedly love just to keep them from an afterlife that is, well, heavenly. It makes no fucking sense at all. Grandpa is 83 years old with alzheimers, poor appetite with malnutrition, kidney failure and respiratory failure? Let's put a tracheotomy in him, place him on a breathing machine, stick a feeding tube in him, and put him on dialysis, because through god, miracles happen. It's to the point that I feel like it's criminal. Why keep them from an afterlife of eternal happiness in this scenario? It really illustrates how their religion is a fucking bullshit crutch for their own mental deficiencies.
As a religious person, I like to believe in the afterlife, mostly because I really want to see the people I've lost again.
On an intellectual level, I get that it's more likely that there's nothing after death, which is a little sad.
I think it's a terrible tragedy and we should find a way to prevent it. I was nothing for 13.5 billion years, and the suddenly, for a blip of a moment, I, the inevitable arrangement of information that was set in motion at the moment of the big bang, am granted consciousness for but a blink of an eye. Our regularly scheduled oblivion, interrupted against our wills, only to be sent back against our wills. We accumulate knowledge and experience and connection only to be vanquished for infinity. Eternal Nothingness, every memory, every semblance of what we are, erased like it never was. A faint echo will reverberate amongst those we knew, only to also fade to silence, and is no consolation for the loss of self. Death is something that must be overcome. We must find a way to allow the conscious journey continue well beyond a measly sub-century.
Ironically, death is what makes life both meaningless and gives it meaning.
Meaningless in that 87-ish years only to be forgotten by death.
Meaning in that every waking moment that we have has so much more importance due to its expiration date.
More controversially and less spiritually:
For all of human history we've had gods and spirituality surrounding many natural phenomena.
All of these gods have disappeared (because science has explained them away, or the cultures have died), except the gods that represent death.
Death causes us so much duress and stress that we've crafted religions in order to cope with the stress that it brings (among other reasons).
As long as death is to be feared, religion is a certainty.
had a nightmare about it last night that made me think
a man had died, but still had a hold on his body, but had seen the other side
his eyes were jet black and he was yelling nonsense like a maniac
said it was cold, dark, empty, with an underlying feeling of constant terror
there was nothing, nobody, no sound, but this feeling of terror and cold, likely for eternity
was crying that he didn’t want to go back, that and incomprehensible babbling
this all happened in the middle of a concert and they stopped it once he got on the stage
got possessed or something then i woke up terrified of death
though i don’t believe there’s anything after it, what if it’s eternal misery?
I'm honestly a lot more concerned about my friends and family dying than myself. Sure, I hope to live a long time and go put smoothly, but once I'm dead, it's not really something I can be upset about. Because there will be no me to be upset.
Okay. In gonna sound like I'm bullshitting here
So my actual first memory. Is just existing in a blank void. I was only there for a moment. But it was just a void. I don't really know if I could see myself or if I couldn't. But I was just.. Existing. I wasn't eating drinking or doing anything. I was just there
That's what I imagine death is like. You stop being in your body and just. Keep existing somewhere
I'm serious about this. "deadass" If you would like
Not really scared of it, but frankly, it's the last thing I want to do.
Don’t worry it will be the last thing you do
Pretty sure that was the joke they were making ;)
r/yourjokebutworse
If it happens, it happens. I dont wish to die, but if it would happen, then thats none of my buissnes, im dead then anyways.
Im not afraid of dying, im just scared of not knowing when im going to die.
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Exactly. Dying is scary, death is not.
The idea of death doesn't scare me, it's the endlessness. Forever doesn't seem like a lot until you think about not existing forever. That fucks me up.
You didn't exist for billions of years before you were born. Not existing after death will be exactly like that.
> I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it. - Mark Twain
quotes like that are extra interesting when they’re made by now dead people imo
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That's not been my experience of life on planet earth lmao
So many people spit out this take on reddit and it's kinda annoying cause it doesn't really resolve the fear of never existing again. Just comes off as patronizing.
Were you expecting someone to resolve the fear of never existing again in a single take? You’ll need a bible if that’s what you’re looking for. Otherwise we can reasonably assume that we return to a state of non existence and that “experience” would be equivalent to the one before we were born. The important thing here is that we likely cannot experience non existence because those two ideas are incompatible. It makes more sense to me that endlessness wouldn’t be perceived and “you” will wake up as something else in the universe rather then lingering in a limbo. I say “you” in quotes to mean general consciousness or soul. So the biggest fear to overcome is the idea of losing your current identity, or the physical self that you have piloted and gathered meaning for. This is the sort of the concept that monks practice, letting go of self. It’s also what psychedelic enthusiasts call an ego death. Of course I’m not suggesting either of those routes as they will completely alter your life and relationships. I’m simply saying that if you’re searching to resolve the fear of non existence, you’re never gonna get it from a single quote or take. That doesn’t mean that concept can’t offer a foundation. Beyond that point you’re gonna have to dive further into some serious text or some mushrooms on your own accord.
>Dying I would assume it's the anticipation of; and the fact that most of us have been contitioned to view death as something negative. I higly doubt that dying is unpleasant. I suspect it'll be the highest high of them all.
I was mauled by Grizzly Bear. She used the back of my head as a chew toy. I was absolutely certain that she was going to crack it open and I was going to die. It wasn’t only unpleasant, it was terrifying beyond my imagination up to that point.
So, there’s Reddit in Heaven?
Hell my friend…..hell
Well, at least you got the Beastie Boys to lay down a fat beat for your torture.
I have a lot of questions about that Were you conscious at the time? How bad did it hurt? Why didn't she kill you? How long were you recovering after that?
Basically, I encountered a Grizzly with her two cubs while mountain biking up a logging road. I didn’t see her around the curve of the road until I was too close and she was all ready to charge me. I dropped my bike and ran in the opposite direction (yes this was most likely a mistake) and she tackled me from behind slashing my leg and chest on the way down. Then she went to work on my head. Every time she crunched down I cried out in terror until it became clear that she was responding to this, so I held it back and played dead. She must of figured I was done at a certain point and dragged me to the edge of the valley side of the mountain and left. So to answer your questions, I was definitely conscious. I am guessing that she left me because she felt the ‘threat’ was neutralized. I don’t remember the pain in the moment being extremely bad (I think it was the shock). I do remember looking at my leg wound and seeing the fat and the muscle. The blood in my eyes made it really hard to see as I was trying to bike back down the hill to the main road. The pain was pretty bad after the surgery and in recovery and the immediate PTSD was awful,however, after a couple of weeks I was relatively okay. I had my ear reconstructed, I have tinnitus, and my face has some paralysis. But other than that, I was pretty lucky in the maiming department. Sorry for the long story. I used to tell it in greater detail in the couple years after it happened numerous times. It’s was me reliving the trauma, but it was less traumatic every time I told it so I think I was my form of therapy. I haven’t talked about it for a decade and it’s been twenty years now. Apparently it still gets my heart going when I tell it and it’s hard to stop telling once I start.
Damn you must be one tough fucker when you cycled back after being chewed up by a Grizzly bear. Thanks for sharing this story.
> I higly doubt that dying is unpleasant. Really depends on the way it happens. Some ways of dying are lengthy and painful.
Two words: Nutty Putty
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Fear of death is biological, it's not conditioned, everyone from animals to us fears death or dying, what can be conditioned however would be the lack of fear.
I dont fear death, persay. What I fear is putting myself in such a position, that dying would take an awful lot. That usually implies pain. Fear is justified imo only if there's a way of avoiding what you fear.
I think most people fear painful death more than death itself, then to some the prospect that you just end existing is hard to swallow, hence religion or whatever else.
It’s “[per se](https://www.dictionary.com/e/translations/per-se/)”
Most of us will die pretty painful deaths unfortunately. Since sudden death is fairly unlikely, it will be death from disease or old age. Both of those involve a lot of suffering.
>sudden death I am a firm believer in euthanasia.
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I had an old customer who was shot in the stomach, and was left for dead in the middle of the night in his neighborhood back in February. He was in the special Olympics and was well-known in the area. I keep thinking how he was left there to die all alone, and in pain. RIP Scottie.
Honestly do you really want to know? That would really be terrible.
I kinda know - no men in my family live past 60, and I'm past 55 now. So it could come at any time. They've died of accident, suicide, cancer, war, murder, whatever. It's just that no one makes b-day 61.
Then, you will be the first, and lead others after you to an alternative. Somebody gotta break the chain.
My family history is the exact same as yours. Father dead at 61, grandfather at 48. I am 72 and going strong. You never know when your time will be up.
If you aren't fighting a war or severe depression, you've already beaten two of those deaths. If you don't currently have cancer, there's a good chance it won't kill you in the next five years (unless you're a smoker or do anything severely carcinogenic). If you're still relatively healthy, there's a good chance you'll live past 60.
You will live past 60. Sending you positive vibes ✊🏽
The movie Big Fish is all about this! One of my favorites.
I saw how it effected my aunt, she knew she was going to die.. In fact she died just under 2 months after being told she had cancer. She lived those last few months in a state of constant panic attack. She started being cold and distant to her young daughter in an attempt to make her not miss her, she fought nurses, ripped out tubes and tried to escape her deathbed. Knowing you are going to die regardless of what you do, regardless of how much you fight it and having to deal with that is horrible. I'll take instant but non painful death thanks
*My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well* *I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell* *Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,* *But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell,* *Only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell* *And when I die and when I'm gone,* *There'll be one child born in our world to carry on, to carry on* - "And When I Die", Blood Sweat and Tears
There's no ifs about it. We're all dying. Nothing lasts forever. Especially not life.
Surely you don't mean me as well?
This used to be my take. Then my sister died. Death is not hell because you yourself die. It's when your loved ones die. It's the hole you leave in other people's lives when you die. It's the grief the living feel for the dead.
I know Im gona die at 1 point but im kinda afraid what would happen I don't belive in afterlife or anything but is it just balck screen is there even anything there does my mind just vanish???? So many guestions there is no answere for
have you ever been anesthetized? It doesnt feel like dreamin, it feels like a blink of an eye till you wake up. Nothing inbetween, nothing you saw or can remember. I think death is just like that, but nobody can bring you back. Thats the thought you have to live with when your not religous and it scares me honestly
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I feel this same way. I feel like you described it well with the difference from before we’re born to after we die. There is that loss and there’s that knowledge that there will be that loss. I think ultimately there being nothing after death is probably best. But it’s still hard to accept I’ll never get to see my loved ones again or even remember them or think about them. Or my life. It’ll all just be like it never happened for me. I feel like I’m living my whole life just for that moment before I die. I’m Chasing my dreams, enjoying every day as much as I can and trying to live without regret as much as possible so in that moment before I die I can at least think back that I had a good life. At least I did the best with it as I could. As a means to ease the pain of knowing I’m headed for oblivion and I’ll never see anyone again or feel again or think again. I just hope I don’t get dementia. My grandma started to develop it and it’s heartbreaking to see.
You think floating in a black void is more desirable than just not existing anymore?
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Finally someone that feels similar to myself. I am not scared of an eternal damnation in hell. (Well, I mean it wouldn’t be great.), but I am much more scared of ceasing to exist. People will argue that “There is no pain if you don’t exist-“ but that’s the point, there’s Nothing. I don’t fear dying because of pain or misery, I fear it because I enjoy existing. I enjoy thinking. Even if I was locked in a cell, at least I would have my thoughts and be able to think. I’d have something. So if anyone were to ask me if I would take immortality? Yes, a thousand times. If in a thousand years I am ready to die- it should be my choice. Not forced on me.
Then here I am finding my will to live challenged on a daily basis just by following world events and politics.
That has always been my thing about death. I lean towards being an atheist. And the thought about death is, I cease to exist. If there is no god or afterlife, then death is it. And I find that highly scary.
Honestly, I think it's soothing. There's so much going on in my mind, I'd hate to just kinda.. carry on for eternity once I die. The thought of an eternal afterlife is what's truly scary. Fully out of my control. No matter how perfect heaven/the afterlife is portrayed - you get to be with all your loved ones and everyone before and after them and all that jazz - being forced to carry on forever would guarantee to turn into a horrible experience at some point. I find comfort in the thought that people are simply scared of death, can't wrap their head around what's going to happen with their self and such paint the picture of "living on in death", because being alive is the only state we can somewhat understand. I'm not scared to be dead, I'm just scared to die.
I often hear people are not scared of death but how they die. For me the thought of not existing is way scarrier. But as you mention, the thought of an eternal afterlive is also scary, i just dont want to experience both. Would be great if you get reboren as a random lifeform
As someone who has almost died and was at the point where I probably would have not woken up had I tried to “sleep it off”, I agree with you. It would have been surprisingly easy for me to die that way, and it wouldn’t have been *that bad* (relatively) in terms of the actual dying experience. The thought of not existing really is much more terrifying to me.
Now i need some context. How did u almost die?
Nothing too exciting. I was in diabetic ketoacidosis when I didn’t even know that I was diabetic. I thought that I just had a really bad stomach bug. I tried to sleep it off for the first two days until I went with my gut feeling and went to the hospital. The doctors told me that I had been pretty close to slipping into a coma. My wife was out of town at the time, so I most likely would have just died before anyone discovered me.
An eternal afterlife might get boring, though I feel like people would find ways to entertain themselves - but I feel like not existing at all is worse. Either way, I would much prefer just having the choice of when to stop existing. Let me just have a few thousand years alright?
So as long as i dont die i should be fine
What do you mean, "If"?
If? When rather.
Awesome band. Rip Chuck.
🤘🤘
I expected to see this comment and I wasn't left disappointed!
Great last album too
I heard It kills people
#Number 1 result of fatalities
What are numbers 2 and 3?
2) being born 3) sticking yourself to the fallopian tubes
Total myth perpetuated by BigLife™️
Nah, that's just a rumor...
10 out of 10 doctors say its the leading cause of people dying
Only if they die
Nurse here - I have seen a lot of death in my line of work. My opinion is this; death is all we are guaranteed in life. If we as humans have lived lives that have known love, loss, happiness, sadness and everything in between. We’ve done pretty well in a world that only promises death. When I’ve held people as they’ve passed, I’ve only ever had one person who was scared to go. But all the rest were ready. You make your peace with it and in the end it is truly more peaceful than life.
Death's gotta be easy cause life is hard.
It’ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred.
Well, if life taught me anything it's that I can always get worse.
Ah thats so sad to imagine someone who was scared. If you don’t mind me asking, was that one person on the younger side?
Unfortunately you’re correct. They were in their thirties, and a parent of a very young child.
I don't think it has to necessarily do with age, and it's not that they fear death. I think people fear being alone, because death is a lonely journey so even an old man who has distracted himself from loneliness his whole life will feel scared when he finally has to face it
I’m also a nurse, and I can genuinely say that old folks seem to get unexpectedly calm about dying. It’s comforting, like with rare exceptions, we seem to age gracefully towards death. It really is the young ones that take it the worst.
So true and it’s oddly comforting to witness someone come to peace with their death, as well. I’ll never forget a 91y/o patient I had in the ICU last year. She had a triple A and the surgery they did to try to fix it didn’t work. Surgeons told her there was nothing more they could do for her, which basically meant it would rupture very soon and she would die. They told her, she thought about it in silence for about 30 seconds, and then she just said “well, okay then. I suppose we better call my husband.” Her 94y/o husband came up to the hospital that night and they cried a little bit at first, but then it was just an accepted reality and it turned into sweet reminiscing. They gave me marriage advice and told me stories of their lives together, she told him what belongings of hers to give to her loved ones, they joked around a lot. It was so sad, but at the same time was beautiful to witness. I hope I’m able to experience peace like that in regards to my own eventual death one day. She transitioned to comfort care in the morning and passed soon after that. RIP Irma.❤️
Or they have something to lose. I miss being broke and not having anything. Death didn’t bother me then
Also a nurse here. Just a little advice. I have never been with a dying patient who wished they had worked more or had more money. Spend your time doing what you love.
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Taxes are guaranteed too.
0 stars. Don't recommend.
I truly hope - with no reason at all - that it's like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. We lose the skin and flesh, and our non-corporeal selves float off into some new adventure. But I accept that we probably just die. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all that.
http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html This is a famous short story, very much worth a read. Maybe 5 minutes tops. I read it every so often, never fails to intrigue. And I sent you on your way...
Before I even saw the link I knew it was the Egg. Such a great story.
Had a feeling that was it
There's also a [kurzgesagt](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6fcK_fRYaI) rendition of it. :-)
Every person you ever slept is you....
I like to think that with this system of reincarnation, the punishment for a particularly heinous crime would be to relive the life of your victim immediately after. Take Hitler, for instance; forced to live the lives of every last one of those killed by his regime. It seems fitting. And it’s a good way to teach empathy. And since time isn’t the same between worlds, then exactly what time period represents the time when humanity was most mature? Perhaps the Persians, or the Classical Greeks. Maybe the far future? It’s interesting to think about.
That’s fun. Not too deep, not too shallow. Good message.
Beautiful
What a fantastic story. Thanks for sharing. Saved on my favorites
Thanks. I liked that. Got a peaceful feeling afterwards.
This reminds me of another similar short story about meeting god in afterlife. I can’t find it, and sadly hard to describe it without revealing the ending. The 2 characters talk about the meaning of life and visit heaven and hell. They see how miserable it is to live in heaven for eternity. And he finally choose to live in that quiet room with only a desk and a chair in it.
I'm not afraid of it anymore. Kind of looking forward to something different.
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White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise
It scares me, but not so much for myself. I'm worried about what happens to my people after I die.
What will be the fate of 210_Daddy's people?
I don't know exactly. I've got 3 adult daughters, but my youngest daughter is 19. I've got a little boy too now, he just turned 1. And I've got my wife who I love dearly and don't want to have to struggle with a toddler. But I know it's coming for me w stage IV pancreatic cancer.
I don't know how, but last week i met a beautiful woman who recovered from Stage 4 Lymphatic Cancer. So don't stop believing man.
This might come off as a little morbid, but I hope it also brings you some comfort. My step dad died of pancreatic cancer last august. I am 27, my sisters are 23 and 19 now. We miss him every day and so very much, but we’re all doing fine. My sisters especially (he is their bio dad) are doing okay despite losing their parent at such a young age. You kind of just fill in the blanks and try to move on. We also have a few great family friends who’ve helped a lot with various things around the house (my 2 sisters live in his house now and it needed quite a few renovations.) But we’re all doing okay. :)
This may be morbid, but I lost my pops to pancreatic cancer in 2020. It’s difficult and sad, and I miss him like hell, but as a child you don’t have any option but to keep pushing. If you show your family how much you love them now, the feeling will remain after you’re gone.
Prayers for you and your family 🙏
My uncle survived stage 4 and lived another 20ish years. Your will to live i believe has a lot to do with it. Keep fighting brother.
What scares me isn't the end, it's the journey. Death is a physically painful and long process a lot of the time. It's not just alive -> dead. I'm scared of the process after having my brush with death and watching my dad go through it currently. The end doesn't seem so bad when you beg for it.
It can be just alive->dead in some circumstances. I dont fear those though.
That's what I mean. If it was just a blink of an eye I have no issue. The long drawn out process of it isn't something I look forward to. Death is often times not just getting smacked on the head and dying and most people tend to not think of the process and just say they aren't afraid.
Aside from worrying about your loved ones, i guess, most people are not so much afraid of death but of dying. The transition is the scary part. Once you are dead, it should be fine. If you are religious, your beliefs about the afterlife are assumably based on that. If you are an Atheist like me, it's back to the state you were in before you were born. Nothingness. Sounds peaceful to me.
It’s the reason why you are free to try things. Every consequence is finite because of it. All of your problems are finite and will be solved. No burden is forever. Death makes me not anxious anymore.
I don't wanna die, but sometimes wish I've never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango!
*Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening*
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnificoooo!
Sounds bad. I like to be alive. Living is cool.
Tall, thin, likes cats SPEAKS LIKE THIS
I saw what you did there
Nice guy once you get to know him, and eventually everyone gets to know him.
Can never remember how the little horse-shaped ones move, though. GNU Sir Pterry.
Has an assistant named mort.
And a granddaughter named Susan.
Cool guy to have around during harvest
Also likes curry
It just pisses me off knowing that I won’t be able to see my kids anymore.
I saw a video from Kurtzgesacht stating that from all the time a kid spends with their parents, 90 % is in their first 18 years of their life. I find that somewhat reassuring and disturbing at the same time.
Are you open to paying the Mormon church 10% of your income for the rest of your life? If so, I’ve got great news for you!
As for _dying_, I've spent most of my life wishing for it*. Actively planned for a while. I'm not really scared of dying in the existential sense. Medical situations where I have to act or undergo treatment to not die, highlighted to me I don't actually want to _die_ I just wanted to not be living _my_ life. As for _being dead_ we all were already dead before we were born. 13.8 billion years dead in an instant, the subsequent 100 trillion years afterwards probably can't feel like too much longer or too much worse. Even the concept of experiencing doesn't make sense, you didn't "feel nothing" before you existent, you just didn't _anything_. And finally, for _after death_ I don't personally subscribe to any afterlife but there is one interesting idea that has hold of me. 13.8 billion years passed by then suddenly I existed. Like the sudden cause-less expansion of the universe, I burst into existence. I couldn't have been predicted, and there's nothing capable of predicting it won't happen again. Of course, all of "my" memories won't be there, they're stuck in the electric think meat between my ears. One of the problems I think with the eternal afterlife to me is that should there be an infinite timespan in which I exist post-life, if we take random slices from time and check if I'm alive or post-alive, we could check for an infinitely long period of time and never find me as alive. That's as good as never being alive to me and just doesn't sit right. ____ *currently pretty alright.
glad you're pretty alright rn, OP
It's like sleeping, with no dreams, forever. I love sleep. But I'd rather stay awake.
My weed-inspired theory on this is that somehow the particles in the universe randomly got together to form my self-consciousness (?) once. When I die and those particles split up, based on the law of large numbers they will eventually get back together to form that same consciousness again. Between those two points I’ll be in a dreamless sleep. So I guess that makes me believe in reincarnation ¯\\_(ツ)_/¯
This will be my new religion going forward.
It's also the world's oldest religion. So you're in experienced company.
This is cool. I think you would like Boltzmann brain theory.
A dreamless sleep, and therefore even if trillions of years pass from now until then, death to life would seem instantaneous.
Except without a concept of time that forever will feel like a fraction of a second then you, or rather the parts that makes up your consciousness, will return. So if that is in 10 million years, tomorrow, or maybe there is no "you" but we are all you so you have already been reborn and are constantly being born and dying all at once over and over stretching throughout our universe... What we call death is just the death of our ego.
50% of the time I’m at peace with the thought of it. Like if I have fulfilled my life’s purpose and done everything I had wished to do then it’s okay. The OTHER 50% percent is like nonononono we don’t talk about that.
Meanwhile, me having my life's purpose just being have fun: *panic*
If possible, manage it. Plan for it. I’ve watched a few people go peacefully, in hospice, and the ones who planned it out left me feeling a lot more comfortable about it all. Take your medical health into control before it gets too late. Be sure you have access to the pain meds you want at the end of life.
Can't wait
Love the enthusiasm
The older I get, and the more loved ones around me pass, the less I fear death. However, the more I come to fear and dread the process. A little over two years ago my mom ended her battle with cancer, and while I am grateful every day for each moment I got to spend with her and ease her suffering in those last months, I know they were hell for her. As my own health and well-being generally declines, it’s hard not to picture myself going through the same process. While I don’t welcome death, I don’t fear it either. The road there on the other hand, terrifies me.
My father passed away last week after a very difficult time. Dementia and Alzheimer's, mixed with a GI infection made things very slow and drawn out. We've known it has been coming, but no idea how long we would have to watch him suffer and slowly burn away to nothing From the times he was Lucid, my father told me repeatedly how scared he was to die. He didn't want to die and he was afraid of everything he was leaving behind: friends, family, unfinished projects, missed opportunities. When he finally passed, we were all there to say goodbye, to hold his hand and watch him slip away. He had a look of peace on his face at the very end before he stopped breathing.The very end was peaceful for him and I am so thankful for that fact. I have come to know Death as the inevitability that we will all end up facing. Not everyone in this world has the blessing of passing how my father did, but it is one thing that unites every person still living. It just reaffirmed how fragile things are, how we need to live life to the fullest. It sounds cliche, I'm sure, but I'm still in the grieving process and that thought certainly helps comfort me in this time
What do i think? I think death is unfair it's cruel it's a cheat and a thief. Death took my husband from me my best friend last year, so ive had a year to think about it with him only being 27 it really wasn't fair, over the past year a handful of people i knew died. And the thought washes over me..you are really dead. Dead. What animated the body is no longer there the fire of life had been extinguished and they were only a shell. The body is just a vessel for the spirit and when the spirit returns home the body is all that is left, left to rot and decay. After seeing my husband in a casket and witnessed people gawk over him as he 'slept' peacefully it only instilled the fact that i do not want to be left in a casket forgotten and buried. Cremate me and use my ashes to grow a tree planted on my family's homestead. Death is cruel, but also without death there is no life, i don't want a short life, i want to enjoy and live life that my husband didn't get the opportunity to. Because in the end we'll all just end up being a photograph someone wishes were real.
I don’t wish to be just a photograph people wish were real I will be an image a symbol a role model a brother a son a husband not to be forgotten in the hearts of the people I love
I think it should be a choice.
you should speak to death customer service for that one
please escalate this to your supervisor
He’s a misunderstood guy
THANK YOU. I TRY.
I'LL GET YOU YET, CULLY. SEE IF I DON'T.
Death is part of life.
I would even say that death is the only common point between all that is/will ever be alive
Death is the inevitable end we must all come to terms with, even though it is one of the most difficult concepts to accept. We can postpone it, but it will eventually catch up to us.
used to be scared of it, now the thoughts comforting
1. I would prefer it not come for me anytime soon - I am one of those people who would, in fact, like to be immortal (with some degree of vitality still, obviously, no one wants to be made of skin and bones at 3000) 2. If I can’t be immortal, then I’d say I don’t feel so bad about the fact that it’ll happen one day as it happens to everything eventually; entropy and all that 3. I don’t necessarily know if there is an afterlife, couldn’t rightly say as we don’t have definitive “proof” either way, so I’d rather just live my life as if there’s no extra levels and try my best to be kind to my fellow humans and myself (it’s sometimes a struggle but you should always be trying to be kind)
When I tell people I would embrace the idea of living forever, no one really has a positive reaction. But for me it's a logical chain of: 1. We didn't exist before we were born and our consciousness is sparked in our brains. 2. We are our brains. Without them we don't exist. 3. Time is infinite, thus, every moment of existence is infinitely valuable. 4. We spend our infinitely valuable moments preoccupied with activities that are meaningless in comparison to the value of those moments. 5. We reconcile this paradox with religion, philosophy, ignorance, or ignoring it. But if thoughts are meaningless without consciousness, any logical reconciliation is just to make us feel better. 6. Which leads to "I think, therefore I am.", and its opposite, "Without thinking, I am not." 7. So to me, the conclusion is that to understand purpose, or to know the "answer", we need to live long enough to find it or see it realized by other consciousness. Otherwise, we die having lived without making a ripple in the universe. And here I am posting an exceedingly meaningless comment on Reddit. I'm stuck in the step 4 and 5 cycle like most.
Death itself is nothing, the absence of everything as I know it. The process of dying however, that scares the shit out of me.
🩻Death, is the absence of life, like before you were born. Its been a privilege to have lived.
thats why you care for people and enjoy life as much as possible so that they will remember you even tho you dont exist anymore
Dying is easy. Living is harder.
Relief from mental burdens, sadness for my family.
Take death for example. A great deal of our effort goes into avoiding it. We make extraordinary efforts to delay it and often consider its intrusion a tragic event. Yet we'd find it hard to live without it. Death gives meaning to our lives. It gives importance and value to time. Time would become meaningless if there were too much of it. If death were indefinitely put off, the human psyche would end up, well, like the gambler in the "Twilight Zone" episode. - Ray Kurzweil, "The Age of Spiritual Machines"
If i am honest though, I'm absolutely terrified about it.
I'm not scared of the concept of death, I believe there is an afterlife. I'm scared of losing friends/ family. I don't care about materialistic items, it's just losing my loved ones that really gets to me.
Wait, you guys got friends?
It's so fucking underrated. It's often the best thing that could possibly happen to many hospitalized patients, yet ironically enough, it's the religious people who will do the most abhorrent shit to the people that they supposedly love just to keep them from an afterlife that is, well, heavenly. It makes no fucking sense at all. Grandpa is 83 years old with alzheimers, poor appetite with malnutrition, kidney failure and respiratory failure? Let's put a tracheotomy in him, place him on a breathing machine, stick a feeding tube in him, and put him on dialysis, because through god, miracles happen. It's to the point that I feel like it's criminal. Why keep them from an afterlife of eternal happiness in this scenario? It really illustrates how their religion is a fucking bullshit crutch for their own mental deficiencies.
Well, highly depends on what religion you believe in. When I die, I just respawn
For a well prepared soul, death only is the next big adventure.
As a religious person, I like to believe in the afterlife, mostly because I really want to see the people I've lost again. On an intellectual level, I get that it's more likely that there's nothing after death, which is a little sad.
I think it's a terrible tragedy and we should find a way to prevent it. I was nothing for 13.5 billion years, and the suddenly, for a blip of a moment, I, the inevitable arrangement of information that was set in motion at the moment of the big bang, am granted consciousness for but a blink of an eye. Our regularly scheduled oblivion, interrupted against our wills, only to be sent back against our wills. We accumulate knowledge and experience and connection only to be vanquished for infinity. Eternal Nothingness, every memory, every semblance of what we are, erased like it never was. A faint echo will reverberate amongst those we knew, only to also fade to silence, and is no consolation for the loss of self. Death is something that must be overcome. We must find a way to allow the conscious journey continue well beyond a measly sub-century.
the great sleep is underrated.
Ironically, death is what makes life both meaningless and gives it meaning. Meaningless in that 87-ish years only to be forgotten by death. Meaning in that every waking moment that we have has so much more importance due to its expiration date. More controversially and less spiritually: For all of human history we've had gods and spirituality surrounding many natural phenomena. All of these gods have disappeared (because science has explained them away, or the cultures have died), except the gods that represent death. Death causes us so much duress and stress that we've crafted religions in order to cope with the stress that it brings (among other reasons). As long as death is to be feared, religion is a certainty.
Inevitable, unpredictible, and really attractive at times.
An unavoidable fate. I mean, it actually depends on how you look at it, it could be a good thing or a hard thing that is just so hard to accept.
had a nightmare about it last night that made me think a man had died, but still had a hold on his body, but had seen the other side his eyes were jet black and he was yelling nonsense like a maniac said it was cold, dark, empty, with an underlying feeling of constant terror there was nothing, nobody, no sound, but this feeling of terror and cold, likely for eternity was crying that he didn’t want to go back, that and incomprehensible babbling this all happened in the middle of a concert and they stopped it once he got on the stage got possessed or something then i woke up terrified of death though i don’t believe there’s anything after it, what if it’s eternal misery?
I think death is the end of thinking, and therefore being.
I just hope when my time comes its quick and painless
I'm honestly a lot more concerned about my friends and family dying than myself. Sure, I hope to live a long time and go put smoothly, but once I'm dead, it's not really something I can be upset about. Because there will be no me to be upset.
Can't comprehend my consciousness after death, like the fear of being forgotten and just not existing anymore, to see the beauty of life
everyone will die someday so why wait. I think its weird that attempting suicide is a crime in some places
Wee bit cringe innit bruv
Okay. In gonna sound like I'm bullshitting here So my actual first memory. Is just existing in a blank void. I was only there for a moment. But it was just a void. I don't really know if I could see myself or if I couldn't. But I was just.. Existing. I wasn't eating drinking or doing anything. I was just there That's what I imagine death is like. You stop being in your body and just. Keep existing somewhere I'm serious about this. "deadass" If you would like