Are you ready to die?

No, immortality for me all the way..

Good luck with that.~

Hell’s no. I want to watch my friends and family grow old. I want to share stories on the porch with grandkids. I want to see us land on the moon for real. I want to be around when someone figures out a cure for the world. It’s all on it’s way, all of it.
I don’t want to die. I have a life to live.

It’s too early for this deep a question! On a very superficial note I have this to say; If I had a say in the matter of dying, I would say no, I am not ready to go. My reasons are purely selfish. I don’t want to miss a minute with my family, friends, and I want to be here to see what I’ve started to fruition. If I had no say in the matter, and it’s my time, yes, I’m ready. I haven’t left any stones unturned, I say everything I want and need to say to those I love and I have no true regrets…other than wasted time.

That said; I hope I’m here for a helluva long time; I’m having fun on my trips around the sun and I hope my existence is meaningful to someone.

I’d like to have a family of my own. If I happen to die before that happens, though, then I’m okay with that. I’ve had a good life so far. I can’t really complain. I met people that meant a lot to me and I think I mean a lot to them, too. I’ve traveled the world and had the amazing opportunity to experience other cultures. (I would looove to travel up until the day I die.)
I’m part of a wonderful family. My mother has been the best mom I could ever have asked for. I love her more than anyone in the world and I know for a fact she knows because I make it a point to tell her. Additionally, I’m 100% positive I mean the world to her.
So yes, whether it be tomorrow or next month or when im 98 years old, I’ll accept my fate when it comes and I’ll be grateful for how it all played out.

No way. I have far too many things ahead of me in life,

My Bucket List is huge and I have way too much to do yet. I won’t be ready to die for at least another 41.3 years.

I had a similar conversation the other day. I am definitely not ready to die. I am engaged but not yet married, and kids will be a part of our future if it’s possible. I know how much joy my parents have from having me and my siblings and I want to experience that. The thought of death is very scary to me, and I’ve never understood how one could be at peace with it. I hope I’ll have a different answer for you someday, ask me in 40–50 years :)

I’m sure she wasn’t ready. She prob had all kinds of plans for later on that night. She was prob working non-stop saving for ‘the future’, etc.

Almost no one is ready to die. Only when we control are death are we really ready to die.

@Spargett: She?

@Spargett: That was just horrible.

That was horrendous.

I would like to live for several more decades, but if a time came where I felt that it was my time (I don’t know HOW I would know, but I know that I would) then I do believe I could be ready.

I don’t really have a “bucket list” or anything. I don’t see any children in my future, I have an older guy (he’d be gone before me), and I’m not really desirous of seeing everyone grow old (it happens all the time, what’s so special?) Sure I have dreams and all, and there are things that I would like to do, but like I said, if my time came soon, I wouldn’t fight fate. No one likes an emotionally-messy death.

No. I want to experience the joy of having grandchildren.

I am ready as I will ever be.

Now more than ever, I know I’m not. With the recent passing of my father and knowing our reaction and knowing how much it hurts us, I hate the thought of what it does to the family.

I have cancer…to be exact, I am down to two things. I have a form of breast cancer and a form of leukemia. I’ve been fighting them for quite awhile, now. I have been close to death and while I can accept that it’s a possibility, I do not accept that I am ready. I have children to raise, lessons that were taught to me, that I have yet to pass on.

I have a husband that I vowed to grow old with, I’m 37…that’s hardly old. We have plans. We have things we want to learn, together.

Selfishly, I want to see grandchildren, not in the near future – my kids are 5 & 15 – I need some time to witness that one! I need to be here for my mother and sister – beyond just my own household.

IF it truly were my time, I would know that I was loved and I loved. I love my family, my husband and my friends and I know that I, despite health issues, was truly blessed in my life.

Yep.

But if I die, I’ll never know what happens next!

@Daloon Just more of the same.

@tinyfaery: but for me, the same old, same old, is always new and different, and endlessly fascinating.

@tinyfaery : It’s never just more of the same! Every single day is a new adventure and a gift. We may not take advantage of the chances we have, but that’s our fault.

That’s your opinion. To me, it’s all the same—seconds of bliss and freedom in an eternity of repetition.

@daloon Is that the meds talking?

@tinyfaery No, quite the opposite in fact. That’s what I used to believe before I got sick. I’m trying to act as if it’s still true.

daloon can speak for himself; but as for me… Yes, that is my opinion. If you approach every day as nothing more than a chore, then that’s what it will be. And I would guess that if you approached someone whose death was imminent; they’d give their eye teeth for another boring day of repetition. Negativity is debilitating.

Life isn’t a chore, it’s illusory. I do not believe.

I don’t understand, you think life is misleading and/or deceptive? Maybe I don’t understand your definition of illusory?
You do not believe what?

Nowhere near ready to go just yet.

Yeah! Bring it! I will slaughter death!

I think to accept life is to accept death.
I’m trying to get there, but I’ve got a lot of shit to sort through.

@Nimis

I wonder what shits are you still looking after..LOL

I still feel like I have a responsibility to do something to leave the world a better place than I found it, but, if called to “go home,” I would not be afraid, and I have confidence knowing that whatever part I was supposed to play in this world was completed, even if I didn’t understand at the time.

I have some things to do, my friends…miles to go before I sleep.

I haven’t left anything unsaid, though, and I have great life insurance just in case.

I am ready to die, whether it is 110 years from now, or in a few seconds. God decides when he wants me. And when I am dying, I will try not to fight because it is like fighting God. God wants you, and why fight back with technologically advanced crap?
Well, I am not fully adamant on that, but that is a thought. Someone try to disagree with me please because I know there is a good debate against it I just can’t quit get it.

I’m definitely not ready to die. Don’t know if I ever will be, because I love life. (Which confuses a lot of people because I’m cynical and depressed a lot… But that’s only because of all the morons in this world and I know how much better it could be. But anyway, yes… Life… I do love it.)

I am not ready to die but I sould be ready to face the reality.I would like to have good chat before I die.The chat would has to be with analitic persone .I am specific about that.The analitic is good persone for understanding.

@Knotmyday: I like your Frost reference there :D At least I hope that’s what you were referring to!

I’m definitely not ready, I have so much I still want to do…but then again there’s no guarantees in life, you never know when it might be your time to go.

Krysta- Yep, Frost. My cliché of the day.

No…but after my brother’s death, I think dying could/can be much easier to face. Alan Watts had some profound insights on this subject.

I’m ready to go. Just waiting for an “honorable moment” when my demise would accomplish some useful purpose, e.g. rescueing or defending an innocent person or self- defense. I have already fulfilled whatever role destiny had for me and am only looking to make a good exit.

it’s funny, but I don’t worry at all about dying. I DO worry about what will happen if I live and run out of money or can’t take care of myself. But a heart attack in my sleep would be just fine, I wouldn’t complain.