I imagine death isn't like facing off against Darth Vader in a hollowed out tree on Dagobah. I provided a perfectly apt example of dying in a hospital bed under heavy sedation. It's fairly common. My dad went in for routine shoulder surgery and almost kicked the bucket from complications. He didn't fear death... because he was in a coma (hallucinating like crazy). And again, I really REALLY hope we don't go anywhere and just fade into nothingness. I'm telling you kids, you must be fairly sheltered. You know that saying about life sucking? It really does.Lagao said:I dont care what anyone says here. Everyone is afraid of death. No one wants to die. everyone is scared..whats going to happen to them..where will they go..whats next.
If you say you aren't scared..you will be.
I mean think about what a "soul" would actually consist of. It's you, sans memories or any signs of relatable personality. If people with alzheimers can lose every single definable personality trait and memory in their brain due to disease, imagine what a complete lack of oxygen does. That has to mean that a soul is whatever is left over, unless our entire human development is stored in a backup magic jar somewhere. And frankly, I don't want to exist on that level, either being tortured for eternity or uninterrupted bliss. Existence is boring enough already, but probably even worse as a mindless infantile energy.Cpu46 said:I used to... a lot. Now I'm better. It's really quite fascinating and totally terrifying to think about it when you don't believe in an afterlife though.
Once as a child, I almost drowned. It was utterly terrifying and in many moments I hoped and prayed for some sort of angel or entity to pull me out of the water and let me live for a second more. In retrospect, I wasn't so much afraid of death, so much as drowning, which is awful. As long as I stay away from water, drowning probably won't happen. And maybe, MAYBE, I'll get a comfortable death. Of course, if I'm ill (which I most certainly will be) I'll be in horrific pain and suffering long beforehand. Shouldn't I be more afraid of that inevitability than death itself?