My idea of death and what happens next (no, I don't believe in heaven or hell or reincarnation etc.) means I'm not as afraid of it as I used to be - however, I am afraid of dying young.
Why do you fear death?
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Well then, let me tell you my 'unhealthy' point of view on this one. Since you are so eager to label every point of view to the contrary. If you are afraid of death (and not the way you will die, for then, you are still alive) you fear in life itself and thus reduce the quality of life itself. To know that you will die, should make you realize how valuable life is and cherish every freaking possible moment. How boring would life be if it was endless? Would you still taste, love or enjoy everything as you do right now? My answer would be 'no' in any case because what is there to look forward to if it keeps repeating itself sooner or later?dathwampeer said:
Only those who value their life in some way fear losing it.dathwampeer said:
If there is no value, there is nothing to fear, for nothing shall be lost.
I would miss thing's like my puppy, not seeing my brother get old, my parents, my friends, not being able to play rugby and how people would react I would hate if people got over sad.
During the Summer I was at a waterfall in Croatia when this big mudafucka of a rock fell from a viewing point to my right and hit the top of my head. I was knocked down and couldn't move and my head was spinning excetera, but the worst part of it was seeing my eight year old brother crying.
During the Summer I was at a waterfall in Croatia when this big mudafucka of a rock fell from a viewing point to my right and hit the top of my head. I was knocked down and couldn't move and my head was spinning excetera, but the worst part of it was seeing my eight year old brother crying.
damn... ninja'dsheogoraththemad said:
and as an added bonus...
dathwampeer said:
technically the only difference between a psychopath and a sociopath is the root cause, and i don't really see how either one would be more likely than the other... beyond that, what does a marked lack of empathy have to do with an individual not fearing death?
not fearing death does not make someone "by definition" either a sociopath or a psychopath...
Because, best cause scenario, my afterlife will be Dante's inferno the game. and it sucked.
In all seriousness, i don't want to exist in a null void where there is no time, no feeling, no thoughts, nothing. THAT scares me. its very similar to many others, i realise though.
In all seriousness, i don't want to exist in a null void where there is no time, no feeling, no thoughts, nothing. THAT scares me. its very similar to many others, i realise though.
What I fear most is not knowing what will happen when I die. Not in the sense of "Is there a Heaven, Hell, etc?" No, more of a "What if they have jetpacks and I'm not around to see it?"
Then again death doesn't concern me that much.
Then again death doesn't concern me that much.
I'm not afraid. I like living, but death is inevitable, so why complain?
Don't fear the Reaper, baby!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4pLleqoulE&feature=fvw
Don't fear the Reaper, baby!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4pLleqoulE&feature=fvw
I fear death because I'm afraid that it may be the end of consciousness and therefore opportunity to think, rationalize, and be something.
Also, I'm only 18 and so far I've lived a life of fear, and I still need to go out there and live a little more, you know?
Also, I'm only 18 and so far I've lived a life of fear, and I still need to go out there and live a little more, you know?
wouldn't say I fear death more fear ceasing to be - the lateral thinker in me can't hold religious beliefs of life after death. We are complex biological machines, my concious is electrical impulses in my brain. When that ceases to function, I am dead and no more.
That is it, all I will have been and there's still so much I want to do.
I've come close many at time - even my birth was a close one, had the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and came out purple - quick thinking mid-wife resuscitated me.
Another I wasn't wearing a seat belt in a car for half a journey, as a joke I inched it across every time a traffic warden at a set of bust lights looked away - by chance of not only the lights being out for there to be a warden there but also that there was enough traffic mid-afternoon on a work day that we were there long enough for me to get the belt across. Five minutes later we were involved in a collision at about thirty mile an hour - women pulled out of a side street without looking right and hit the front passenger side. The seatbelt left a mark for four days, without it I'd've been through the window and street pizza.
Latest was a coast to coast bike ride where my brakes locked up as I came to a blind corner at what my GPS tracking unit said I was doing 40mph, I managed to hit a six foot gap between a row or cars and a five foot wide tree trunk and walked away with nothing more than a grazed shoulder and whiplash (to continue the next hundred miles with). When I told this tale to a friend he told me of a friend, doing the same coast to coast challenge and on the same hill who wasn't so lucky, he hit a car, broke his jaw and his back - lucky for him he wasn't doing the speed I was.
And they're just the biggies, not small everyday stuff that could get you killed - liek the two jerks that pulled into/out of side streets today without looking and made me screech to a stop on my bike - if my brakes weren't as good, if it was wet, if I'd've been going faster, few seconds difference and I'd've been under their wheels.
I am starting to worry my life is like the "Final Destination" movies where I have a near miss every so often
Death is with us every moment, it's inevitable - one of the few things you can be sure on in life.
But wouldn't life be boring without it, the rush of adrenaline when you get close - knowing today could be your last what would you have wanted to do before it's over? Don't wait for tomorrow, do it today, if it's that important it can't wait.
But as I say, I have so much left undone, my list of experiences I want before I go is lengthy and needing to work to pay for them only lengthens it
That is it, all I will have been and there's still so much I want to do.
I've come close many at time - even my birth was a close one, had the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and came out purple - quick thinking mid-wife resuscitated me.
Another I wasn't wearing a seat belt in a car for half a journey, as a joke I inched it across every time a traffic warden at a set of bust lights looked away - by chance of not only the lights being out for there to be a warden there but also that there was enough traffic mid-afternoon on a work day that we were there long enough for me to get the belt across. Five minutes later we were involved in a collision at about thirty mile an hour - women pulled out of a side street without looking right and hit the front passenger side. The seatbelt left a mark for four days, without it I'd've been through the window and street pizza.
Latest was a coast to coast bike ride where my brakes locked up as I came to a blind corner at what my GPS tracking unit said I was doing 40mph, I managed to hit a six foot gap between a row or cars and a five foot wide tree trunk and walked away with nothing more than a grazed shoulder and whiplash (to continue the next hundred miles with). When I told this tale to a friend he told me of a friend, doing the same coast to coast challenge and on the same hill who wasn't so lucky, he hit a car, broke his jaw and his back - lucky for him he wasn't doing the speed I was.
And they're just the biggies, not small everyday stuff that could get you killed - liek the two jerks that pulled into/out of side streets today without looking and made me screech to a stop on my bike - if my brakes weren't as good, if it was wet, if I'd've been going faster, few seconds difference and I'd've been under their wheels.
I am starting to worry my life is like the "Final Destination" movies where I have a near miss every so often
Death is with us every moment, it's inevitable - one of the few things you can be sure on in life.
But wouldn't life be boring without it, the rush of adrenaline when you get close - knowing today could be your last what would you have wanted to do before it's over? Don't wait for tomorrow, do it today, if it's that important it can't wait.
But as I say, I have so much left undone, my list of experiences I want before I go is lengthy and needing to work to pay for them only lengthens it
