Death is not the problem. Everything that has a beginning has an end, and death is absolutely a part of the process for complex life.
I don’t fear death itself. While I have things I would like to do and get done, there will be a time - especially if the infirmities of age catch up with me - when I will likely be waiting for death with no small degree of impatience. To me, the void of nothingness is something that can be anticipatory and welcoming, an end cap where you can leave behind all earthly worries and march boldly into… well, whatever it may be. Honestly, even nothingness is perfectly fine, albeit something of a let down.
No, what frightens me is the process of dying. That typically painful and potentially humiliating phase where your body or brain - and sometimes even both - have failed to get the memo that it’s time to move on, and you linger on in a state that is helpful to no-one except those who are trying to extract as much wealth as possible from this change of state.
Death is not the problem. Everything that has a beginning has an end, and death is absolutely a part of the process for complex life.
I don’t fear death itself. While I have things I would like to do and get done, there will be a time - especially if the infirmities of age catch up with me - when I will likely be waiting for death with no small degree of impatience. To me, the void of nothingness is something that can be anticipatory and welcoming, an end cap where you can leave behind all earthly worries and march boldly into… well, whatever it may be. Honestly, even nothingness is perfectly fine, albeit something of a let down.
No, what frightens me is the process of dying. That typically painful and potentially humiliating phase where your body or brain - and sometimes even both - have failed to get the memo that it’s time to move on, and you linger on in a state that is helpful to no-one except those who are trying to extract as much wealth as possible from this change of state.