why is it some people fear death?
is it because from a very early age were exposed to people living till their 70s +
or is it natural for some people to fear death?
why is it some people fear death?
is it because from a very early age were exposed to people living till their 70s +
or is it natural for some people to fear death?
Its not death itself people fear, but the fear of not knowing what happens after death.
I find it's the other way around for me. I really am repulsed by any unpleasant suffering. But I certainly don't fear whatever happens after death.
Exactly. I don't fear death at all, it would just be mighty inconvinient before I'm old and ready.
Would you? I don't think I would. I'm going to to die anyway, so what's the point in accelerating that when I can have an interesting inexperience as one of those things?
I mean if all humans were born deaf and blind would you care? No. It's just because it's not the norm that people seem to despise it.
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Fear of death is mostly regret and sorrow. 'There's so much I haven't done yet' and 'I'm not ready to die!' are big ones. Most people, as they get older, are accustomed to the idea that they will die, and typically pass away happily. Some don't, but that's to be expected.
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"Without Order nothing can exist - without Chaos nothing can evolve"
ah okay now another question
why do people fear a young death?
I can't really answer this question, OP, because I think it's silly to fear the inevitable. Death is pretty much irrelevant to me.
The wheel is spinning, but the hamster is dead.
" why do people fear a young death? "
gittany,
You would be surprised, as I was, on hearing these very words from guys especially that they had this feeling that they were to die young. I had it myself and found that it was very useful in breaking down barriers that girls had once one talked about it.
"Yes, I rather like this God fellow. He's very theatrical, you know,
a pestilence here, a plague there... He's so deliciously evil."
Stewie, Family Guy
John Paul Larkin died too young.
The older I get the less I fear it. In fact I can say fairly honestly right now that I don't fear it, I just try to avoid it like the plague, because I've got young kids who need me.
I'd rather die than have many other things happen and stay alive, like become a quadraplegic or be struck deaf, dumb & blind for example.
Fear of the unknown. I used to fear it when I was a kid, but the older I got, the less I fear it.
I would assume it's a matter of control. If you have no control over your mind, the only option is suicide. As suecide is the embracement of death, we can thus also say it's the opposite of fear of death?
Can we thus assume, the more control you (feel you) have in your life, the greater you fear death? Or some deviation.
Why do people not fear a young death? Personally, I live only for the absolute enjoyment and exuberating high of... (Where in my childhood did I go wrong?)
~Wille
Thorolf was thus armed. Then Thorolf became so furious that he cast his shield on his back, and, grasping his halberd with both hands, bounded forward dealing cut and thrust on either side. Men sprang away from him both ways, but he slew many. Thus he cleared the way forward to earl Hring's standard, and then nothing could stop him. He slew the man who bore the earl's standard, and cut down the standard-pole. After that he lunged with his halberd at the earl's breast, driving it right through mail and body, so that it came out at the shoulders; and he lifted him up on the halberd over his head, and planted the butt-end in the ground. There on the weapon the earl breathed out his life in sight of all, both friends and foes. [...] 53, Egil's Saga- The pranks played on the knight Jean de Joinville, 1249, 7th crusade.I must tell you here of some amusing tricks the Comte d'Eu played on us. I had made a sort of house for myself in which my knights and I used to eat, sitting so as to get the light from the door, which, as it happened, faced the Comte d'Eu's quarters. The count, who was a very ingenious fellow, had rigged up a miniature ballistic machine with which he could throw stones into my tent. He would watch us as we were having our meal, adjust his machine to suit the length of our table, and then let fly at us, breaking our pots and glasses.
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