As with most living things, I do have a fear of death and a will to keep living. I am very risk-averse and careful to avoid danger. But it doesn't really affect me that much compared to when I was a young child. I remember being scared of dying and me and my loved ones losing each other forever. But those feelings have kinda diminished as I got older.
When I talk about fear of death in this topic, I'm talking more about things like the process of dying and what happens to your memories, consciousness and identity after you die. I do hope dying isn't painful but I don't think about it everyday. I hope my memories, consciousness and identity won't cease to be upon death but again I don't spend all my life thinking about it. I've accepted the inevitability of death but still am hopeful for a good "afterlife", if it exists.
That Devil and the God bastard better look out for me, I ain’t ain’t going out all quiet. I got questions, those jerkoffs better have some sensible answers.
I prefer to travel with a shotgun, usually a Mossberg 500-A1 but on occasion I’m fine with a Winchester Pump, they are both quite fine scatter guns if you choke them properly.
Hindus and Buddhists say you blend into some super consciousness when you die. You're like a character in god's dream. You're part of god and self is an illusion. It's like your hand is part of you but it doesn't know it's part of you.
Seems cute and sweet but let’s be honest, all of that dreamy eastern stuff is silly. God and Satan have an awful lot to answer for and I’m not averse to demanding answers.
You're lying brazenly again by making that claim. You fear plenty. That's why you arm yourself with a screwdriver and framing hammer whenever you go into the city.
You've always been the fat slug here. I don't accuse people all of the time. You just can't handle how I put a spotlight on your phoniness.
What an absolutely stupid question! 🙄Earlier you said my hatred of you was "strange." You do nothing but constantly contradict yourself from one post to the next.
Now why don't YOU go fuck yourself so maybe Onan can get in to respond to me if he wants to?
I'm in no hurry to die, as I enjoy being alive and have much more I wish to experience. However, I'm not afraid of dying, nor am I overly worried about it.
I tend to think that death is simply the cessation of consciousness and existence, where we enter a state of non-existence and have no awareness of anything, not even time passing. This state is similar to, if not the same as, the state we were in before we were born; before we came into existence -- a state of nothingness. Not existing doesn't seem scary when you think about it, as there is nothing to be aware of or fearful of.
Regardless, this is my own reasoning, and I may very well be wrong; who really knows what happens to us when we die? However, since no one knows for certain what happens after death, in my view, it is irrational to fear it.
Holy shit Vince! You just put into words what describes perfectly my philosophy I had my entire life. That is until I met my wife 10 years ago and she told me I had to be more spiritual if I wanted to have everlasting rejoicing after I leave this place. Like you perfectly said, I don’t pretend I know the truth and I don’t let anyone pressure me to believe in their own truth but Going to Africain church did help me have a more open mind towards what’s to come next though. And I say Africain church because I once ask them what kind of religion their church was part of and they said it was part of no religion, just Christians. They’re a group of people (from Africa to Canada- about maybe 300 of them) that get together and celebrate Jesus and the Bible. They sing happy songs and soothing songs and dance like you seen in the movies. After that, someone either from Canada or Africa will preach for an hour and it can be a man or a woman it doesn’t matter . Most of the time I leave this place all motivated to change my life and focus on the spiritual and then 48 hours after I’d rather eat pizza and watch the ninja Turtles. But eh, at least I keep an open mind… :)
I've been thinking about my mortality a little bit lately, with fifty getting near. I've only got 20-30 years left, if I'm lucky. I've got a health condition that cuts into my life expectancy a little bit. I'm not terminal or anything. bit if you look at the actuarial tables someone in my situation doesn't life as long as your average healthy person at fifty.
Questions like how many more movies will I be able to watch in my life pop into my head, especially when I'm just wasting time online.
Little innocent babies get cancer, people get raped constantly, husbands beat their wives, the fucking barbarians are smashing through our gates and I’m supposed to put my faith in this slacker God of yours. I trust Smith&Wesson, a well oiled revolver won’t ever let you down like ‘GOD’ Will. Every time, the idiot can’t get out of his own damn way. Honestly, the guy should just retire, it’s just ridiculous at this point.
From the age of ten my life has been pretty good, so if I died I’d have no regrets. Nevertheless, dying would be really inconvenient if I was half way through a box set.
That's why having kids is important. You'll never answer the questions of life after death. It's best to have loved ones with you that have ears for your memories, personality, and life