Being sad about dieing would be like being sad about taking your next breath. It will happen, nothing wil stop it, you have to accept that.
WOW O.O really incredible story. you know a lot more about the subject than most of us care to find out.I am glad you feel you have woken up and want to live your life to the fullest, and are not letting other people or circumstance slow you down. great stuff!SimuLord said:I asked myself this question when I had my heart attack three years ago. I was 30, in a soul-destroying go-nowhere job, married to a girl whose aversion to all forms of risk prevented me from living the life I wanted (which is why I was in the soul-destroying job in the first place, because it was "safe" and "secure"), and just generally languishing in what should have been blissful mediocrity but which was anything but.
And when I was lying there in that hospital bed, realizing that day on Earth could very well have been my last if things went differently, I took a look at my life and thought "No. Not like this. I'll be damned if it's gonna be like this."
Three years later I'm a junior in college (at 33), been divorced from the wife since December of 2009, I'm 16 months away from moving home to Boston where I grew up and where I want to settle down, and really looking like by the time I turn 40 I'll be able to say "OK, NOW I can die in peace." Not to say I want to die at 40, mind you. I could live to a hundred and feel like I spent two thirds of my life playing with house money.
But to answer your question, I'm sad now, since I don't feel like I've truly lived yet. But ask me again in five years or ten years or twenty years and I'll have a different answer for you.