How often do you think about your death?

My view and thoughts on death, seemed to be tied to the ability to accomplish certain things before I was faced with the end of this physical thing called life. After seeing most, if not all of the things accomplished, death is not that much on my mind. It will happen some day and there are still a lot of other things to contemplate in life, without the need for there to be thoughts of it ending.
 
I think about it often. I'm not too sure how often, since when I'm not thinking about it I'm not aware that I'm not thinking about it.

I suppose it depends what you mean though. I don't think much about actually being dead since there's not a lot of information to go on.

I do think about the process of dying, though. (Perhaps because I spend quite a lot of time with the elderly and other people who are facing their imminent demise. And simply because I'm getting older myself.)

So, I wonder how to face it with dignity and a sense of calm, I suppose.

Perhaps the nearer you get to death the more immediate, and real, the present becomes for you?
 
Speaking about death, welcome back Birdjaguar. It has seemed like an eternity.
One of my adventures while away was heart surgery to replace a "broken" heart valve. Prior to it I did give dying more thought than usual. After a successful outcome, death is less on my mind.
 
whoa harsh realm. welcome back. congrats on getting through surgery.
 
Pretty much every morning when I wake up.

My heart beats too fast & I'm not sure why. I think unless I find some inner peace I will die of a heart attack within the next 20 years.
 
I feel sober enough to tell you that death gives value to life.
Sorry, but the way I see it: frack life. How about the beings living it?

Does it give value to them?
It is a nice, convenient, useful thought to think so. I don't believe it. I think death mostly haunt and tortures people. At time it may also benefit them. But mostly - not. Just sucks.

However - since it is a fact of life, for now. Accepting, playing integrating death or other ways to cope with it sparks great interests to me.

Of course - one can mostly ignore it. Until one is it. Until - death.
But I have this feeling, this instinct, that this only means to ignore oneself.

Or one can believe in the absence of death - good for you if you can. I can not, nor will I'll be able to - so for my part - I am not interested in the slightest into the intricacies of that approach. Farewell. But this thread is for all - so please don't feel hushed by me.
 
It is a double post

Now please let's forget those worldly concerns and indulge the matters of our souls.

Well... anything having a deemed barrier potentially gets highlighted through that, although i still think you should cheer up a bit :)

I mean you, Terx- it's way too late for poor Franz in this world.
What are you saying? I am not able to distill it and don't want to answer feeling uncomfortable about my ability to extract your intended meaning.
I think people oversimplify sex at times.

Yes, I agree, that sex while using condoms are mostly for pleasure/intimacy/ showing trust etc, BUT

On the other hand, sex means giving life, giving seeds at the moment when you, yourself feel the most ripe, the most vital for such thing. Depressed people have low libido. Older men have lower testasterone. Older women are more tended to miscarriage.

If a woman has agreed to have sex with you, you have some self-validation.

Ok, this is a basic male sex ed and why young men feel it is so important that they get a lot of sex. However, without enough self-validation through sex, career, sports, money etc you essentally can feel ALIVE.

and that feeling is great, for sure. It may not bring happiness, because unless you have a stable sex partner, stable job, stable results in competition, you can't be sure to stay Nr. 1 or fulfill your own ego infinitely. However, it is a gratification, which is needed to search further, and it is so for many people.
Well... I am not sure what to make of this. Probably I am over-simplifying your message?
But one thing seems clearly spelled all over it. Which seems to be that sex is alive. That sex means a mindset, a mode of being, which is removed from the idea of decay which in turn is embodied by death. That sex is a tool which functions as an emotional (and as research suggests physical) antidote to the emotional as well as physical decay and despair associated with death.

In short - sex helps against death on an emotional as well as physical level.

That is fine, and important.
But it is not what I was looking for. I am looking for a way to deal with death directly, not postpone the fact of it or merely ease the moment of thought of it.
 
if you are asking for a mindset, then ok

1) Thinking about death is like thinking about loss
2)Therefore we think about profit
3) We don't think about how not to lose money
4) We think how to increase money or increase life
5) The more vital you are, the further from death you are
6) The aim is always to live as long as possible
7) That is achieved through strict lifestyle which keeps your body fit and at maximum efficiency considering current scientific possibilities
8) The max age is rather inborn with genetic material, meaning that you should die at like the lifespan of your oldest relative+ 5-15 years

9) In my case, my grandgrandma died at 96 and i am fine with dying at 101-111 with my body healthy.


edit - yes, in Taoism sacred texts there are clear instructions that sex directly increases life-span, and nowadays scientists have the rationale behind it. Additionally, human touch increases positive stress levels and is another reason why touching and petting is not only emotional/social, but a medical act as well.
 
I am looking for a way to deal with death directly, not postpone the fact of it or merely ease the moment of thought of it.
Be ready for it every day. By "ready" I mean accepting it might happen today and know that you don't have any important, unfinished business or regrets if it does.
 
Yes, I think about it a lot.
With a nice assortment of chronical illnesses, which sometimes results in life-threatening occasions, it would be difficult not to. Last April for the second time in one year I barely survived, and I am still sort of recovering from it. I really should write a tragic opera, shouldn't I.
And by the way, what is it with all this banging and boning recently. Did this place turn into the Austion Powers Appreciation Society while I was gone?
 
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