afraid to die?

I think you have to. Younger people sometimes lack this sense, but when you get old and your family and friends are gone or going you have to know that you'll be gone soon too.

I guess one can only hope that when they get to that age they feel like they lead a fulfilling life. The most depressing thing in the world would have to be sitting in a nursing home and thinking about all the opportunities and experiences that you missed.
And on that note, I think I need to quit my job and start driving across the country.


Side note- TMC in 50 years (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIyj87YYDqk)

YOU were the one who knew what boys liked in the van last year. ;)

Damn you and your youthful recallection!

I honestly don't fear death. We all have to go sometime so there is no sense worrying about it. Ideally I would like to die when I am between 75 and 80 years of age.

p.s. We can all easily be behind the wheel of this car tomorrow:

http://media.komotv.com/images/070501_I5_fatal.jpg

I honestly don't fear death. We all have to go sometime so there is no sense worrying about it. Ideally I would like to die when I am between 75 and 80 years of age.

p.s. We can all easily be behind the wheel of this car tomorrow:


There's no sense in it, but I fear death anyways. We're designed emotionally to fear death... it's the survival instinct that had been embedded in our head from evolution. I can't really control that.

If you actually think about the possibility of non-existence, it's terrifying. Everything you've ever grown to know and love.... gone.

The only thing I can say for certain is that I won't miss anything, because I'll be incapable of the feeling of "missing". I mean if someone killed you, there would be no way to be mad at them. You'd be dead.

I honestly don't fear death. We all have to go sometime so there is no sense worrying about it. Ideally I would like to die when I am between 75 and 80 years of age.

p.s. We can all easily be behind the wheel of this car tomorrow:

http://media.komotv.com/images/070501_I5_fatal.jpg


I DONT THINK THAT CAR RUNS ANYMORE?

On a related note, does anyone believe in life after death or reincarnation?

My practical side says when you die that's it, it's like switching off a light, and you just cease to exist.

But you can't help but wonder what else there may be...

I'm not really afraid of death. I certainly want to avoid it, but thinking about it doesn't change my emotions much at all.

The only time thinking about death provokes emotion, is when I think of the people who love me, that I would leave behind. I don't like thinking about that. It's not really possible, but I hope I outlive everyone that loves me.

I honestly don't fear death. We all have to go sometime so there is no sense worrying about it. Ideally I would like to die when I am between 75 and 80 years of age.

p.s. We can all easily be behind the wheel of this car tomorrow:

http://media.komotv.com/images/070501_I5_fatal.jpg

Yeah that could definitely be any of us on our way home from work.

That's scary to me, having worked auto claims for a year I saw a few instances of someone on their way home from work and one small mistake cost them their lives.

Dealing with the families afterwards was always heartbreaking. One minute their sons or daughters were simply driving somewhere, the next they're wrapped around a telephone poll, dead on impact.

I'm not really afraid of death, because I believe in salvation and a heaven. I am more afraid of how I will die.

I went on a rafting trip last year and after going over a 14 foot rapid, the raft flipped and I got stuck underneath both the raft and a boulder. Even though I was scared, I didn't panic and at one point I felt very peaceful like no matter what happened I would be ok either way. I was out of air by the time I re-surfaced. I do know that I don't want to die by drowning though.

I came to grips with this reality (again) when I found out my family is putting my Dad's parents into assisted living. You grow up with a certain vision of what your grandparents (or parents for that matter) look like to you, and then in one fell swoop, it comes crashing down and you realize how mortal they, and you, really are. While I know it's for the best, I'm still having a tough time with it.

Then you have my Mom's Father (Mom's Mother passed 12 years ago) who broke his hip 3 weeks ago, and two weeks after surgery was walking without a cane or walker and going through Rehab like a walk in the park. He's the same age as my Dad's Father. It's weird how things work sometimes.