Thought I'd follow on with the spiritual and morbid life/death paradigm the threads seem to be following at the moment.
Threadgeist? Yeah, poor.
Anyway. Are you afraid of death? A very simple, but heavily loaded question.
Personally, I'm not afraid of death. I've accepted my mortality and I know that there is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent the eventual breakdown of my body and loss of conciousness; without spirit, the body is afterall, garbage.
Although I'm not afraid of death as a finality, I am however afraid of not maximising the time that I do have. I'm afraid of putting a foot wrong and falling short. I'm afraid of never living up to my ideals. I'm afraid I'll die unimportant - this isn't a desire for status, but more about achieving what I know I can.
Aside from that, I am afraid of death in one small aspect; pain. I'm not ashamed to admit it either, but the pain brought by a fatal injury does scare me. I find it curious to imagine battlefields of days gone by and the finality of being hurt beyond help. I'm terrified of the idea of laying helpless in a hospital bed with wires coming out at me, losing my dignity as others watch me cry for an end as my organs slowly fail. In this respect, I am very much afraid of death.
I'm not afraid of the finality of death, but I am afraid of dying.
Threadgeist? Yeah, poor.

Anyway. Are you afraid of death? A very simple, but heavily loaded question.
Personally, I'm not afraid of death. I've accepted my mortality and I know that there is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent the eventual breakdown of my body and loss of conciousness; without spirit, the body is afterall, garbage.
Although I'm not afraid of death as a finality, I am however afraid of not maximising the time that I do have. I'm afraid of putting a foot wrong and falling short. I'm afraid of never living up to my ideals. I'm afraid I'll die unimportant - this isn't a desire for status, but more about achieving what I know I can.
Aside from that, I am afraid of death in one small aspect; pain. I'm not ashamed to admit it either, but the pain brought by a fatal injury does scare me. I find it curious to imagine battlefields of days gone by and the finality of being hurt beyond help. I'm terrified of the idea of laying helpless in a hospital bed with wires coming out at me, losing my dignity as others watch me cry for an end as my organs slowly fail. In this respect, I am very much afraid of death.
I'm not afraid of the finality of death, but I am afraid of dying.
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