Are you afraid? (page 4)

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...Are you afraid of death?

No more afraid than I was prior to my conception.

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Ranchette

I was very afraid of death even as a JW.

I realize now that a large part of those feelings originated from being taught that death is unnatural.

I don't want to die but I will some day. That's just the facts.
As far as I can see from everything observable in nature, death is as natural as birth.
Everything has a begining and an eventual end.
We even observe the end of a star as it dashes accross the sky at night.
I sometimes wonder why we as humans think we are so far above all other life forms that we deserve to bypass
the laws of nature.
I notice that accepting death this way calms my fears.
It will also causes you to appreciate life in a way you've never experienced before.

I agree with some of the others here.
I'm more afraid of the process of death(suffering etc...)and the loss of loved ones than death itself.

Ranchette

Tina

Hi,
I think those who are afraid of death are the ones approaching it with too much 'unlived' life in them.
Someone once said(cant remember who right now) that some so fear the debt of death that they refuse the loan of life.
Then again some fear it so much they use fairy tales and myths about heaven,angels,eternal reunion as a defense against it.
When one accepts that death is part of the human life cycle,just as in other living creatures can one put off that burden of fear. With that burden gone,you don't live in a limbo of 'waiting.You actively embrace and pursue all life has to offer.
Enjoy your 'earthwalk' now,live life to the fullest. When death approaches you've only left it the dregs..Tina

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Julie

I used to be afraid of the idea of death. Then I nearly died. At first the feeling was sheer panic then a very intense calm came over me.

I have never feared it since, nor will I.

Julie, who marvels at how much a human can live through

BobsGirl

When I was an active member of the Borg ... I was terrified of death. I never felt quite "enough" to make the "book of life" cut, so I was sure that death would be an endless chasm of nothingness just waiting to suck me in.

When I left the Borg and began spreading my fledgling wings.. I began to believe that I was "enough" just as I am. The fear left and freedom ensued....

And then I did the worst possible thing any person free from fear could ever do if they want remain at peace...

I fell in love. Madly, wildly, quietly, serenely, forever in love. With a blind man. Suddenly I was imagining cars running him down, or something left in the stairs or any one of a million scenarios. I wasn't afraid of losing myself .... but terrified of losing him. Eventually I found some peace with the fact that he is careful, his senses are keen, and he is most probably as safe as or safer than any of us.

Then I had a baby boy ... and Oh my God ..... I am sure you can well imagine. Now my fears of death revolve around the selfish fact that I never want to be without these two "icky boys" who have stolen my heart. I NEVER want to leave them alone.

I am beginning to believe in reincarnation .... maybe not for the belief itself ... but for the comfort.

The one thing I know however, when I do die, I will leave this world knowing that I have experienced the joy of truly loving and I have been well and truly loved in return.

Isn't that what life is all about?!

BobsGirl

"May the work of your hands be a sign of gratitude and reverence to the human condition." - Mahatma Gandhi

4horsemen

YoYo,

Are you afraid of life?

Life is a time for making choices. Death is a time for remembering how we chose. Sometimes those memories are not always plesant.

Especially if you're my grandfather (born in 1915) who sacrificed all for "the Truth(tm)" and come to the realization that if it wasnt for the planning and real life sacrifice of my "worldly" grandma (1913) you'd be eating catfood and living under a bridge.

I might be afraid to die then.

larc

Ranchette and Tina and othes who love life.

When I was approaching the big 40, it was a bad year for me. My father died of cancer that year. A month later my mother found out she had cancer. A few months later, I found out I had a medical problem. Lots of reminders of death. When I hit the big 50, I thought, hey, no big deal. When I hit the big 60, I thought, hey, I am glad to be alive and I am going to enjoy every second of it.

Ranchette, et.al., sometimes the simple things can give such pleasure and good memories. Things like sitting on the front porch with a bunch of friends on a cool, crisp fall evening, sipping a beer, and roasting hot dogs and brats. You know what I mean?

Francois

I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

FT

Ranchette

Lark,

Hi!
I know exactly what you mean.
I just love doing things like that.

Strolling through the streets of a quaint little town full of gardens and historical buildings on a beautiful fall day with friends is also a joy in life.

Please tell Zazu hello for me.

Ranchette

RedhorseWoman

Fear death? No, not really. I'm too busy living to waste time fearing something over which I have no control.

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