Do you ever think about death?

Kristoph said:
Sorry, is that "Yes - I am going to do it" or "I am going to do it - No"

I'm not sure whether I should be contacting the authorities or not, that's all.
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No need to worry, i havent thought like that in a while
its the second one should have written it better i think but hey my excuses : Im in pain (jaw) and tired :)
 
leaskovski said:
You're only scared when you aren't prepaired
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Agreed,

The end state doesn't worry me. Towards the end of my illness it will be a relief. The road to the end game is what scares the living bejeesus out of me. Each day I wake up and realise I can't do as much as 6 months ago.

Still, you have to play with the hand you were given. Other people have cracked through going through less, I'm too damn stubborn to give in.
 
All the time. Its not good. I dont wish for it, I dont wish for it to happen.

But then I am a bit odd. The thought of our sun killing the earth and burning all life and everything that has ever been and will ever be on the earth also makes me upset. Honestly makes me very very sad, even though *obviously* I wont be around in 5 billion or so years to witness it.

I often find myself getting terribly worried about terrible unavoidable situations that I have no control over and I probably will never ever see. I can be very busy and happy and it will happen all of a sudden. Probably a sign of some form of mental problems!!!:p

Hmmm.
 
Constantly... on the upside I wills say that once you've come face to face with your own mortality you'll never have a properly crap day again :eek:
 
Depressing thread lol.
In the semi-near future the one thing I wish I'd be around longer more for is space tourism. To take a trip around the moon or another planet - a sight I'll never get to see.
But it's very likely future generations will...
Meh, I'm saving up for a Zanussi cryogenic chamber not a pension.
 
Yes, I sometimes think of death. Not about how I'm going to die, I'm not scared of dying at all, in fact I wouldn't mind.... I just always have really gruesome thoughts about how others may die.
 
I don't really think about it much. I went through a period of thinking about it a lot, but I think I've just come to terms with the fact that death is what it is and I was lucky to receive life. Every moment is a gift and although I don't follow this 'live it to the fullest' crap I live it in and how I want to at that moment in time, that very short moment in time comparative to the sum of existence, but it's still my time.

What happens beyond it, probably nothing. I knew nothing of before I lived, I doubt I will know anything of after. Does it bother me? A little, but it only bothers my life, without it I can't care. So what do you do? Get on with it, in my opinion.

I've always been fascinated by my conciousness, the fact that I am in control of this human being at this moment in time and am unaware of ever being 'in control' of anything else. Surreal feeling, if you know what I'm talking about. You could define it as my soul, I feel like my body and mind are biologically explainable... but the entity that makes me in control of this particular biological unit as opposed to, say, you, reading this post. What's that? Puzzles me, always has. Will this control exist in another format, will I 'live' to be in this concious state again? The wonder amuses me.
 
You only live once
Do something you enjoy
Be happy

Death is around the corner, however you look at it. Live. Love. **** :p
 
Sometimes think about it, when the futility of life actually hits me and I realise "I have to die... there's nothing I can do about this fact. I HAVE to die. Simple as that... and I have no idea what's going to happen......if there is a heaven, or what not..."

And yeah, sometimes it freaks me out a little - but I get over it about 10 seconds later, and realise "Ehhhh... Might as well enjoy my life whilst I've got it!"
 
I watched my grandad die and I think it kind of mentally scarred me.

The doctor came in at midday and told all of us, including him, that he definately 'wouldn't see another sunset' and his organs were stopping working 1 at a time about every hour but there was no point in trying to fix any of it as the op would kill him :(. Basically he would be dead by sundown - effectively from old age.

When afterwards we protested about the doctor telling my grandad, the doctor said my grandad had a right to know. Fair enough I guess on reflection. I'd want to be told.

On that last day my grandad suddenly 'found god', and did a lot of crying and hugging. You had to know what a totally 'hard' ex-military and COMPLETE proud athiest he was (and someone that certainly never hugged me every before in his whole life) to understand how wierd that was, how alien his behaviour was and how he suddenly seemed his will was 'broken'. He was kind of a 'broken man' for that last day. Like he was so scared at thinking about where his soul would be in 10 hours - about this FORCED trip he was about to be taken on :( AS I said, it mentally scarred me.

Then for about 4 months I couldn't get out of my head how would I handle the last day. The doc. saying 'Well, you're not gonna see your last sunset'. Would I be brave? A 'man' about it? Could I handle it? What if I couldn't? What a horrible way to 'sign-off' - breaking down and all that.

I started thinking about what it'd be like to slowly slip away and know it was happening, the complete inevitability of it. Almost like drowning, and knowing there's no way you can get out of that room that is slowly filling up with water .. there was no possible way to be saved. Everyone is shouting through the door 'sorry mate we can't save you, in 1 hour you're going to be dead - we love you, but we're basically giving up'. I mean - that's what I reckon he'd be thinking lying on that hospital bed. As I said, hard to put into words, seeing the twisted emotional agony this bloke was going through about what was happening to him. He never complained or anything, but he just seemed lost, when he was SO self-assured the whole time I knew the bloke apart from that day .. :(

Screwed me up for a while actually :( And there's no real advice at the end of this post either :(
 
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britboy4321 said:
I watched my grandad die and I think it kind of mentally scarred me.

The doctor came in at midday and told all of us, including him, that he definately 'wouldn't see another sunset' and his organs were stopping working 1 at a time about every hour but there was no point in trying to fix any of it as the op would kill him :(. Basically he would be dead by sundown - effectively from old age.

When afterwards we protested about the doctor telling my grandad, the doctor said my grandad had a right to know. Fair enough I guess on reflection. I'd want to be told.

On that last day my grandad suddenly 'found god', and did a lot of crying. You had to know what a totally 'hard' ex-military and COMPLETE athiest he was his whole life to understand how wierd that was, and how he suddenly seemed his will was 'broken'. AS I said, it mentally scarred me.

Then for about 4 months I couldn't get out of my head how would I handle the last day. The doc. saying 'Well, you're not gonna see your last sunset'. Would I be brave? A 'man' about it? Could I handle it? What if I couldn't? What a horrible way to 'sign-off' - breaking down and all that.

I started thinking about what it'd be like to slowly slip away and know it was happening, the complete inevitability of it. Almost like drowning, and knowing there's no way you can get out of that room that is slowly filling up with water ..

Screwed me up for a while actually :( And there's no real advice at the end of this post either :(
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Really hard situation, I feel for you.

I think your grandad did a brave thing, he laid down his guard and cynicism and opened himself to belief and hope. My mother did much the same before she passed. It's an acceptance that when life ends you would rather hope and accept belief that there is more. After all, those traits are so individual and important to us as human beings.

I don't think he was broken, I think he was fixed. If you can't meet the door and wish for something better when you walk through it you've not lived. That is, to take everything that is reasonable and decide with free will that behind all animosity there is hope and belief. It's that, after all, that keeps us striving to exist and better ourselves. It's that that makes us human. Your grandad passed in his element, he died a non-cynical, loving human being. He died how he was born, pure, and set aside all the corruption and evil he met through the middle.
 
Grissle said:
Really hard situation, I feel for you.

I think your grandad did a brave thing, he laid down his guard and cynicism and opened himself to belief and hope. My mother did much the same before she passed. It's an acceptance that when life ends you would rather hope and accept belief that there is more. After all, those traits are so individual and important to us as human beings.

I don't think he was broken, I think he was fixed. If you can't meet the door and wish for something better when you walk through it you've not lived. That is, to take everything that is reasonable and decide with free will that behind all animosity there is hope and belief. It's that, after all, that keeps us striving to exist and better ourselves. It's that that makes us human. Your grandad passed in his element, he died a non-cynical, loving human being. He died how he was born, pure, and set aside all the corruption and evil he met through the middle.
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Wow that sent a (nice) shiver up my spine reading that. Cheers fella' means a lot.
 
Don't think about death, happens to everyone so when it's your turn there isn't anything you can do about it. In the future when im not a student and have wife/kids etc... I shall probably think differently.
 
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