Do you think about dying? Are you scared?

Ok. No and no.

I think about it sometimes but its inevitable and im the type not to worry until its in my face. Im curious but not scared, bazillions have done it before me.

Thanks ladies

…living and dying are intradependent- one does not exist without the other…

No and No. Not to say it won’t be an issue in the future but not so far.

I used to spend quite a bit of time contemplating my own death and feeling sheer terror at the thought of it. When I found a faith that makes sense to me, that really speaks to me, I stopped being afraid.

Whenever I think about it, I get scared at first, but then I remember god loves me and I’m going to heaven

I think about it all the time. I’m not a bit scared.

I worry a lot more about my loved ones dying than my own death

I’m not afraid.. I worry that it will be painful. But the stuff after that doesn’t worry me. I’m agnostic and if there is a god I hope I did the right stuff. I tried.

Yes, Yes.

I don’t think about it, therefore I’m not scared of dying.

@Ivan
Thanks for your honesty
Care to expand? It is the ultimate and I think that many people are actually quite terrified when having to truly confront it.

I think about it. At times it seems like a great alternative. I have no fear of my death. I fear the death of my wife and my cats, who are all going to live forever, by the way.

Yes because I don’t want to die a painful way or suffer while dying

@chyna
There’s a Buddhist meditation which encourages you to contemplate your own death, even the body’s decomposition and remerging with the earth.

@SeventhSense

The notion of eternal nothingness is frightening to me. I guess I’m not exactly sure why.

My death is something I have no control over. If I started feeling worried and scared about it I would never get anything done.

i do get a twinge imagining a nothingness without my wife and kids

@Ivan
From a Buddhist perspective that which fears is that which has no existence. As A Course in Miracles stated , “Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists.
Thanks again for the GA.

@seventhsense I don’t want to contemplate my death at this time. It is one thing to ask a question, but quite another to push your views on someone. Why can’t you just be happy I answered?

Sometimes it freaks me out but then other times I’m like, okay let’s get this over with.

@chyna
i’m not pushing…ease off the trigger. Step away from the weapon..

Sometimes it does feel that way but I am also afraid of other people dying

I know it will happen someday, but I don’t want it to be soon, and I don’t want it to hurt. I also don’t want it to screw up my kids, so it would be nice if it would wait until after they are self-supporting adults.

Right now I am more worried about my parents dying or something happening to my husband than I am concerned with my own death.

@Darwin…i know. i could so be one of those guys that you could torture for days but i wouldn’t break until you threatened to hurt my wife or kids.

I’m agnostic, so I don’t truly believe in life after death one way or another. The idea of dying though… Of just ending completely… Yes, it freaks me out, because I love life. And life is already short. So if death is truly the end of it all, well, I wish my life could be longer.

So if death is truly the end of it all
Sounds like a question.

It kind of is a question, because no one knows the answer.

It’s funny because it’s the one topic which is the ultimate taboo. And as such an inevitable part of life I think we could garner much from learning how to face it. I understand why people are hesitant to discuss the idea with religious views and all but life is not all comfort. We all have to eventually die. I think there should be an area of study that would specialize in helping people make the transition. My cousin died on the way to the hospital and his sister speaks of the terror he experienced. Maybe if he was prepared he could have had an easier time.

I’d take the class. I think about it all the time. If anyone could stop me from stressing over it, I’d love them forever. I just don’t want to die, damn it. :-/

Nah, I’m not scared. More excited really (to see what’s next).

I’m not scared to die. I don’t think about it too often. The only thing I worry about is what if I died when my kids were young and they were left without a mother. I think that when you die, you’re dead and that’s the end, I see no reason to fear it. We’re all gonna croak at some point, nothin’ we can do about it.

@knitfroggy I wish I could have that outlook. I can’t, though. Maybe if I got to live at least a thousand years. But not even 100? Boooo! Way too short for me.

It’s weird I just thought of this for the first time in my life three hours ago and now I see this post… Oo freak-a mk

Everybody is going to leave this life, everybody’s gotta die. Spend more time living while you still have a life instead of worrying about death. In the end you won’t know when or where or how you’ll leave. All you end up doing by thinking about these things is scaring yourself or you’ll get depressed.

I’ll admit, when I think about it I can be sad not scared because I like my life… No matter how hard it can be I as a human want to hold on. But We all have to let go sometime.

@Loried2008
All you end up doing by thinking about these things is scaring yourself or you’ll get depressed.
Life is a dichotomy so rather than create fear by contemplating death, I would say it makes you embrace life more and actually be in the moment. Much of the “devil may care attitude” we espouse as fun Americans is a terror of aloneness-without the busy-ness, the phone, the computer, the drink, the drug, and the escape. There is actually little real life in what we call living.
The unexamined life is not worth living.
~Socrates

I guess it all depends on the person because as I thought of it today it kind of “overwhelmed me” ... Normally, I try not to ask questions that can’t be answered or changed like – Why we die or I wish I could not die. That’s all I meant, of course it could be different for you guys.

I think about it, and the thought of nonexistence is rather frightening. No more me? Well, that sucks.

I think the thought of a painful death is scary, and I would assume you’d have to be a lunatic to look forward to that.

I think I am more scared of my wife dying before me, because I can’t imagine life without her. Of course, I’m sure she sees it the same from her end, me dying first.

I am of the opinion that since death is an unknown, and if you are not wary of the unknown, then you are obviously not functioning on all cylinders. Wariness, nervous, scared, whatever, death is something we all discover alone, and to say you are not concerned or even troubled by it strikes me as a bit disingenuous. If you aren’t afraid of dying, then why do you stop at the curb when the ‘don’t walk’ sign flashes?

But hey, maybe all these other people are much braver than I when it comes time to go forward into that dark night.

@evelyns_pet_zebra
Thanks for reminding me of Dylan Thomas:

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

_I think there should be an area of study that would specialize in helping people make the transition. _

I think that is a beautiful idea. We could probably learn some techniques from other cultures.

In America death is the number two fear, right behind public speaking. (last time I checked anyhow).

@RedPowerLady
Thanks for the compliment.

I don’t like to think about it.

when i was younger, i am afraid of dying per se, because i simply cant phantom what’s beyond death.. but lately i accepted its inevitable, so i convince myself i must not fear of the unknown.. i have a strong belief everyone of us has a purpose why we have been born.. everyone of us are to be polished to near perfection to be accepted to the next level of existence.. or everyone of us are given a chance to become good, make good deed towards other human being, and when everything is done, we will be promoted to the next level..

@nephrons
Teacher says:

fathom- to penetrate and come to understand

phantom- ghost or apparition

It’s normal to think about it from time to time. Before you know it you’ll think of something else.

I’m with JohnPowell. I’m not afraid of being dead per se because I don’t believe I will be conscious of it; I am afraid of the process of dying. The idea of a long painful dying scares me no end. I would like to see the medical profession focus more on helping people with terminal illness to a peaceful death rather than harsh measures to prolong life. (At least that is what I wish for myself.)

As my Econ teacher in HS use to say “When you are dead, you are dead for a long time.”
That statement never gave me too many happy thoughts, but the truth never does.

No, I don’t think about dying and no, I’m not scared of dying. Yes, I am hungry and I’m going to go get a snack.

@SeventhSense… thanks for the correction.. i never noticed that’s what i wrote.. i seldom review my answers..

i think about it all the time. i used to want to die constantly. but when it came to the point i was scared. Now I dont want to, but im not scared. I know, absolutely, that there is something after death and its not bad or scary. I just dont want getting there to be painful or have someone have to change my diapers.