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Does it ever bother you that you're going to die?

Based on family longevity I'm hoping for a good 25-30 years yet. As long as I can stay healthy and independent.
 
Harke the Boeotarch said:
She repeated the rather unflattering description I gave of our parents.
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Had that happen before, lotta empathy.from o'er here.

My father found mine, apparently he managed to sit through a whole video diary of deeply unflattering analyzations of his & (some of, but by no means all) of the family dynamic, among other things. I'm not sure he learned much from it at the time; if he did, the knowledge certainly didn't stick.

My own fault really, when he kicked me out (and not for the diary, that's a different tale, he the diary -....not quite a decade later) I must've forgotten to take the tape and when he moved into ma's cellar (the house of which he owned, at least at the time), he obvs kept said tape because I hadn't retitled it. I thought I'd tossed it before the booting, it never came up. Who'd someone would actually watch the thing, I had the general 'no one does vcr anymore, who has a vcr these days, and hadn't I thrown that tape out ages ago anyway?"

So he bawled for a while, (but didn't argue, which I'll admit to still, occasionally, finding surprising; his side of the family is where my force of personality originates). So I blamed it on the mid teen years because I was recently stuck sharing ....you guessed it, living space with a sliding-rapidly-into-religious-fanatic (Ma) and an alcoholic with some sort of mental issue that everyone in the family agrees he has but that no one can get him to see anything for (he goes off every few years or thereabouts, or did last I knew - doubt he's changed on that score).

Have you tried an online diary? I think they can be made anony, or hell, you could maybe keep a diary on a brand spankin' new email and put it all under 'Drafts' with no one set in your contacts folder. Can't be sent accidentally to addresses that ain't there when it's squirreled away?
 
The fact that I will someday die doesn't bother me. Like others have said, I am a bit concerned about how it happens. Once death happens though, it's done (which is strangely comforting to me).
 
I will admit that when i was younger, the thought of dying did terrify me.

However, since working in the medical field, and at one time seeing several times a day seeing death, in all it's myriad forms, i have grown to accept that this is all part of living.
 
I don't think about it and assume that it is far in the future. As I get older, it is not that far into the future. In any case it is inevitable and there is nothing we can do about it.
 
Sure. No one in his right mind wants to, but there is no use worrying. Just live free, meaningfully, and fully. Leave a legacy. Do something important.

Being remembered may prove difficult. I think I will bury my epitaph, so archaeologists thousands of years from now will know something about me other than having been food for worms.
 
Harke the Boeotarch said:
It's not quick and painless. You're experiencing it now.
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May I tip my hat to you Sir? That was an altogether succinct, humorous, horrifically accurate reference of how we're going.

I'll forbear from tossing in my own statistics regarding life expectancy reduction due to stress. Possibly even about worrying over-much on ....how we all 'go'.
 
The closer I get to it, the less bothered I am.

I used to think about not being alive for eternity after I die, but then I thought about the eternity I was not alive before I was born, and I began to imagine it would be something like that.
 
Harke the Boeotarch said:
72-Jay said:
Nope, doesn't bother me at all. My only hope is that when it happens its relatively quick & painless.
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It's not quick and painless. You're experiencing it now.
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True.
I so almost posted "nope, if anything it'll put me out of my misery" ... but then changed to what you see above.
 
Yeah actually, and it's only made worse in the realization that some things will never work out for me as the time for them has passed.
 
As we age the mentality of being immortal quickly flees. I believe that as people age the fear of death is replaced with a welcome contemplation of leaving all behind. I wouldn't want to live forever in this world, that to me would be frightful.
 
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Not frightful. I want to see how it all turns out. I could do worse than "Twilight": Forever 23 with the experience of many lifetimes.
 
smokeshadow said:
to quote Peter. . ."to die would be an awfully great adventure."
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Said by a boy who never grew old, surrounded by mates who never grew old either. Fun and games. All they needed was an older sister to mother them.
 
LatimerRd said:
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Not frightful. I want to see how it all turns out. I could do worse than "Twilight": Forever 23 with the experience of many lifetimes.
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I am weary now of what I see and hear. I have become a bit of a recluse.
 
The poor Emperor could hardly breathe. It was as if something were sitting on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw it was Death who sat there, wearing the Emperor's crown, handling the Emperor's gold sword, and carrying the Emperor's silk banner. Among the folds of the great velvet curtains there were strangely familiar faces. Some were horrible, others gentle and kind. They were the Emperor's deeds, good and bad, who came back to him now that Death sat on his heart.

"Don't you remember-?" they whispered one after the other. "Don't you remember-?" And they told him of things that made the cold sweat run on his forehead.

"No, I will not remember!" said the Emperor. "Music, music, sound the great drum of China lest I hear what they say!" But they went on whispering, and Death nodded, Chinese fashion, at every word.

"Music, music!" the Emperor called. "Sing, my precious little golden bird, sing! I have given you gold and precious presents. I have hung my golden slipper around your neck. Sing, I pray you, sing!"
 
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