Not are you ready to die. Are you emotionally prepared to die?
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I am 68, I am sure as shit it is not ol’ St. Nick knocking at the door. I seem ambivalent actually. All I know is I really, really, really, really do not wish to feel any sort of pain if possible.
No
Fuck no. I’m terrified.
In my life I had 3 near-death experiences. All three were close calls, with one being so so so damn close that I felt my body shutting down and it was the most dreading sensation ever.
If anything, those experiences led me to realize that I still have lots to do before even thinking I’m ready to go.
I’ve had one foot in the grave (doctor literally said that 50% die the first three days. after three days you have a good chance)
I remember the time the thought shot through my head: “If I’m dead I don’t feel the pain anymore” I immediately realized i’m not afraid to die, i’m just not ready to do that. So yes, I am prepared, just don’t wanna (yet). I also know it’s not hard on me (i’m dead then) but for those who love me and have to sit powerless and watch it happen and go on living.
Why would I need to be? I’m not going to have to live with the aftermath.
My loved ones dying, now there’s a problem.
Exactly. If I’m dead, it’s not my problem anymore.
No.
The mere thought that my life is going to end at some point makes me freeze up emotionally and physically. It exacerbates my depression to a point where I sometimes simply call in sick.
It’s sad. There is so much beauty in this world, in our existence, in our universe and one day my body will give up because of old age or because of sickness, depriving me of it all.
There is so much that I haven’t experienced, and it’s not relativistic. I don’t buy the BS that some people try to console me with when they say that the only reason that I value life and all it’s beauty is because it’s finite. F*ck you all. I genuinely weep at the sunrise, at the beauty in people, at the undiscovered knowledge of the universe regardless. I wish my life would never end.
For those of you that know the Japanese animated series Naruto, I feel so much compassion for Orochimaru, even though his human experiments were vile and evil.
My depression sometimes makes me want to stop existing to stop suffering from it, but that’s a sickness and an internal struggle and it doesn’t represent my true feelings. I don’t want to die.
At this point I’m not sure I’m emotionally prepared to live.
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Yep. I don’t want to but there’s nothing particularly distressing about the idea. I’ve never felt “existential angst” or anything like that.
My wife (39) died in October. Her breast cancer moved to her brain and over 20 days she went from perfect function to not being able to speak or move and being in excruciating pain. Sometime over those three weeks I made peace with my eventual death.
I dont believe in an afterlife but I hope there is one just so I can see her again. But either way life is to hard to wish to live forever. Immortality is a young persons wish. When you get older and you see what life takes from you piece by piece you come to realize that the end is not to be feared but welcomed just so the pain stops.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
I’ve been there. Cared for my dad while he had brain cancer. Everyday was a struggle. 3 years of watching the man who made me who I am just disappear. By the end he was no one. I think about it everyday and it has been almost a decade. I’m sorry for your loss. I don’t believe in an after life either but your right about the hope to see them again. Stay strong. Much love!
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I had a serious motorcycle accident in my early 40s. It was the kind that usually results in death, but I got off easy with a shattered collarbone, two broken ribs, and some road rash. I remember the initial impact and then lying on my back looking up at the sky, but nothing else. That nothing made me realize what death would be like, and it freaks me out. Thinking about how someday I’ll just stop existing fills me with immense dread. I understand why some people are religious, it gives them an alternative to that dread.
Perhaps I won’t always feel this way.
yep… I find solace in the beauty of the universe. Knowing that I’ve been part of this inane shit, even for the shortest of times, fills me with satisfaction. Somewhere between fuck you and thank you. Thunck you I guess
Right now? Yeah.
Maybe tomorrow will be different.
Motherfucker, I’m not emotionally prepared to do the dishes
I’m only scared of the pain that comes immediately before and the pain inflicted on my loved ones. Otherwise, if thinking purely selfishly, I wouldn’t mind much. I had a goodorun but now i’m exhausted of life in general.
No. Thinking about it terrifies me. I can’t comprehend nonexistence, and trying to make sense of it ties me in knots.
You can’t comprehend nonexistence because it –the thing you are trying to give a name/noun/meaning to– doesn’t exist. “It” has no location, no form, no thought, just complete absence.
However, it is by way of this absence that everything comes into being, as nonexistence implies existence. So, we come from nothing, we go back to nothing… forever. Ouroboros.
Literally same. Luckily I had managed to avoid thinking of it beyond my teen years for a good decade. But it has come back worse than ever when I recently started listening to a podcast about some philosophy.
It’s fucking terrifying and depressing. Anyone who doesn’t believe in an afterlife but says it’s not terrifying and depressing is taking mega levels of copium.
At one point recently I remember I was walking around in public doing a bit of people watching and I was like holy fucking shit everyone is just walking around like this is nothing. Everyone is gonna die but we have all this random bullshit everyone is doing not realizing it’s gonna end. Idk.
I don’t believe in an afterlife and I’m not afraid of dying. No copium. My death will be a much bigger problem for those around me than it is for me. My problems will be over.
Now, I have kids and a wife and here and now my death would leave them in a bad situation, and I don’t want that. There are lots of things I’m looking forward to, but if I don’t get them… that’s just life. There are no guarantees and I don’t expect any.
I just don’t want anything lingering or debilitating where I’m a drain on my loved ones. As lonely and horrible as it would be, I would want them to move on and let me go and not take drastic action to spend all their time focused on me.
When I was young I was terrified of dying. Now I’ve accomplished everything that really mattered to me. That’s the big difference to me. I’m satisfied with my life and now I just need to do as much as I can for my family and myself with whatever time I have left.
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