A long while back I thought I was going to live forever. Now I'm sure that I won't.
I ponder a bit these days as I approach the 60 years old watershed on my impending demise. Not obsessively but the thought flits in and out of focus in the odd quiet moment.
Not in a miserable way and not through any real fear of death - not that I see that as something to relish with glee either. Although that could change of course.
I was just wondering how other people deal with something we all have to face at some time.
I get all the 'live every day as your last', 'do it today there might not be a tomorrow' etc stuff but ultimately there is a terminal moment waiting up the track for all of us.
For me, I feel a certain sadness. The days of hard toil, worrying about career and fretting over bills are long gone for me. I'm in a happy space but the thought that with a bit of luck I'm probably only around for 15-20 years at best, is a bit of a killjoy.
How do you deal with it?
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If Miley Cyrus was my sister I could be tempted...You're ok with the incest bit then?!?
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I echo Drago's words.
I am NOT religious and don't follow any religion (although Buddhism, as a 'lifestyle is something I try to adapt to) but have a strong belief in an afterlife.
I've had two out of body experiences (note: not near death): once whilst meditating and once when I was totally blind drunk.
Hence Drago's post hit the nail on the head (although he may not share my view on a afterlife).
'I've long since come to terms with it. Just so long as it isn't painful and drawn out, then when it comes it comes. That's not to say I relish the prospect and I am gonna go kicking, screaming, biting and gouging if I can, but mentally I'm in the place where I'm not worrying about it.'
But, I'd just say that you should live and enjoy every day as much as you can.
I'm 42 and have similar thoughts. I think my "near death experience" three years ago started it for me.
As a nurse dealing with death and dying has been a part of everyday working life (well, not everyday, but you get my point) but it was always something that happened to other people. I suddenly had to face up to the reality that I'm not immortal and that I was already at least halfway through!
Watching the AP's (aged parents) getting more and more doddery then makes me realise that even though I've only got 30ish years left, the time left to really enjoy doing what I enjoy doing now is even shorter than that.
I'm not religious, I don't believe in an afterlife. Death = nothing as far as I'm concerned. So can't even reassure myself with that!
Life is good, I've long since come to the realisation that there's no point in regrets, that life is for living and to make the most of it. And it may well be because life is so good that I often get a little knot of anxiety in my tummy when I allow myself to think about it all coming to an end and there's nothing I can do about it!
I was aiming for at least 100. I feel cheated of my last 8 years!May 23 2056
I'd be 90, had hoped to reach 100![]()