Are you afraid to die?

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Being afraid of dying seems to me as silly as being afraid of the sun coming up or other events that are a natural part of life on this planet. We are all going to die in our time. It's the how that is scary.

We can't control that, and what you can't control has to be accepted, difficult as that is. The serenity prayer has a lot of wisdom in its simplicity of accepting what you can't change.

I hope I will die with the comfort of love around me, preparing me for the journey ahead, whatever it may be. If reincarnation is possible, I hope my energy will reappear as one of my favourite birds or a cat perhaps. Matter changes form, it doesn't cease to exist.

Like so much in life, you hope for the best and prepare as best you can for the worst as well.

I have chosen a place that I want my ashes buried, with those of my favourite cat, we will be together in a beautiful place where Spring flowers bloom and birds sour amongst wonderful trees, and our physical remains will be part of them in time.

We are all part of the cycle of life on this planet, and death is part of the process. It's sad when animals or people (who are also animals here) die young. I have been lucky to reach the age I have reached, and from here it is all a bonus really.

Who knows what really happens to the soul. It is a mystery we enter in a phase beyond this, and I think of it as the next big big adventure.

I'm afraid of vicious and unprincipled people during my lifetime, who are corrupt unnatural creatures, but not death which is a natural and inevitable process. If I meet lost loved ones on the other side, that will be a great bonus...

The thing about death....is that it places me in a situation where I can't control my movements----unless, of course, there is "life after death."

if there is only an existential abyss, i'll be pissed.

When people pass away, there's a natural process of disconnecting from the world and people around us. I suspect this is a more peaceful process than we imagine. Whether there's a life beyond this realm or not doesn't concern me now. I just hope to pass with as much dignity, and little distress, as possible.

when my dad was on his deathbed, he [in the last hour or so] stared intently at a spot on the wall that nobody else could see, with a very childlike gleeful look of expectancy on his face, positively beaming. a trace of that smile stayed on his face even after his death, for a bit anyways. I believe I know what he saw, just before he flatlined, the nurses and my sister sitting vigil, saw a white filmy cloud hover near the ceiling for a while before dispersing.

I've never experienced anything like that, auntblabby. And I've sat with two parents as they've passed. Maybe I'm just not plugged into the supernatural as some are.

I believe that in the same way leaves or clouds don't become "nothing" once they are no more, neither are we. There is wisdom in nature, an nature is ALIVE.

I look forwards to returning to the grandly infinite, eternal adventure.

Seems like the biggest challenges entail processing what 'this' is and processing what 'It' is. Intellectual knowing leaves a lot to be desired, even intellectual knowing with a few good experiences for boot.

dr. Eben Alexander reluctantly came to the conclusion that emotions would help him understand what he went through.

I've always been concerned about what life after death is like. Do any believe it is similar to this earth in some ways?

One could say I'm fragmented and fickle, one could also say I'm uncertain and indecisive.
Times I do try to comfort or support someone confronting death, or warning those who had been wanting death, or wondering about death and afterlife -- but this isn't one of my moments.


The human base part of me, of course, doesn't want to die, and is afraid to die -- for the same reason why my body needs to eat and drink; survive, afterlife or no afterlife. It doesn't help that I'm still considered young.

An angry part of me doesn't care about death, dying, and afterlife.

A sad part of me is willing to die and run away from life, and is afraid at the same time.

An inner part of me is concerned and curious about afterlife, death, dying, and anything beyond corporeal, and is not afraid of it.

The rational part of me always knew it's natural and it's not something to be feared. Yet always uncertain about afterlife.

An unknown part of me always suggests that it's not something I should be concerned of at this present or anytime soon.

My inner self loves life and living, and wouldn't ever throw it away. Sees life a a chance of sorts. Isn't afraid of death either, but nor did sought it -- may or may not look forward for an afterlife.

While my ego hates the world around me, and would rather not want to do anything with it. Yet is driven to survive out of pride, fury, curiosity, and even love -- allso for the same reason as any living being is driven to survive and fear death.
Yet despite my upbringing, it isn't enough for me to highly believe yet enough for me to respect those who believe in afterlife.



How does one quantify this into a 'yes or no' answer?!
Couldn't say 'yes' when a part of me doesn't, couldn't say 'no' either for the same reason.


I'm not much of a believer myself. More like it could mean anything, and it's possible move on and look forward to it -- or nothing, and nothing should be looked forward to.
But then, I wouldn't truly know. Not until I myself physically died and lived through it -- or not, just to die in the end -- to make a solid conclusion out of that.

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