Do you fear death?

Those who don't have cheated their biological nature. Yet what other species contemplates death? None to my knowledge, at least none do the way we humans do, and that is, to fear it beyond the innate fight and flight response; to actively contemplate it even when not under imminent danger. Animals will fear it in the face of threat, but for humans it is infinitely more persistent than that. In severe cases, that fear may even debilitate their everyday functioning-- handicap them, corrode their little minds. No other animal fears to such an extent. Those who do not fear death have cheated a cheat. Humans are just a bundle of complexities, aren't they?

That said, I do. It is not an ever-present fear, but I acknowledge its presence. There is, however, an ever-present sense of detachment. It is of a bit comfort under simpler terms: now I am here, then I'll be there; leaving the destination undetermined is indeed of a bit comfort, although that relief is short-lived. I admire those who have surpassed their own nature. May I have access to a cheat sheet, please?

 

Well, it's not so much a fear of death as it is a fear of pain and of the unknown. I don't really like to venture into an unfamiliar place or situation, so death is something I'm sort of dreading.

 

I debate myself on whether I fear death itself, or just what becomes of me after it. But I suppose I can say that I do fear it quite a lot. When I sit down and think about it, I tremble and eventually come to cry if I am left with the thought for a certain amount of time. It just frightens me that that is all for me. I have nothing else. And that I will remain in darkness even though I will I have no life in me to even think about that.

 

Not at all.

Death is a normal part of the circle of life.

 

I don't fear death. When I die I shall pass over from life into death. Or, in plain language: I will go to be with Jesus. I do fear the manner of my death. if I die in my sleep, or am run over by a car and have no time to realize what's happening I shall count myself lucky. I fear a long, drawn out, painful death.

 

Hate to say it, but yeah Im scared of death. Before I wasn't though. I just knew that I was going to die someday and I still had a lot of years to live, but thinking too much on the subject made me dread it.



Im in the no and the yes zone on this one. Part of me accepts it, while the other dreads it.

 

I'm like Leblonk. I don't fear death itself, I do think about it often, wondering what will happen and what not. What scares me is how I will die. Am I going to go down on a plane into the ocean? A fiery car crash? Spiked blood sugar coma in my sleep? That unknown bit...that's what really scares me.

 

I find it akin to the question: Do you fear the dark?

I do not. I fear not what I can not see or comprehend, i have done that enough in life, I do not wish to continue that trend into death. It would be the loss of my life, everything I had, my possessions, my friends, my knowledge, all that was once a part of me, dripping away from me.

I welcome change, and what mother nature brings for me, this should be no different then.

 

If I exist, then time goes on, and fear will not aid me in my goals. If I do not exist, then I cannot fear. There is nothing worth fearing in nonexistence.

The only things that I fear are loss and regret. I fear neither pain nor death and no threat can move me. Only my own strength and capacity for harm can lead me to fear.

 

Depends what you mean. Dying, the event in itself, frightens me, because it might be painful and because I' d like my life to be as long as possible.

I don' t fear what comes after though. Everything we know about our consciousness points to the brain, altering a brain alters its consciousness. My memories, my behavior, my likes and dislikes ... everything that makes me "me" has been proven to be a byproduct of my brain activity so ... chances are no brain, no me. Which doesn' t frighten me in the slightest, I wasn' t me before I was born and I couldn' t care less.

I know some people believe in something called a "soul", which has yet to be observed or clearly defined, but even if I have indeed a soul that will be passed on after I die, so what ? As long as my brain doesn' t tag along I see little difference with passing on a toe or a DNA molecule, big whoops, the thing that I call "I", my consciousness, would still be very much dead.

 

I'm not really afraid of dying. I mean, in past situations in which I could I have died, yes, I was afraid. I think that's somewhat natural? I worry about the way I am going die. I'm not afraid of dying, but the events leading up to my death sometimes...I don't know, I just don't want to go out in some horrific way--actually, that's not it. I don't want to feel intense feelings before I die. For example, a plane crash would ruin me, because all of the time spent diving down and thinking about how I was about to die would just ... ;___; I'd probably give myself a heart attack.

However, a terrible and unexpected car crash claiming my life instantly would obviously not affect me in the same way. There'd be no time to dwell on things or possibly panic.

But it's not really because of dying. It's just the natural survival instinct that starts to freak out when you're actually about to die. I don't think I would fear any of it if I didn't know what that feeling felt like for myself.

I am, however, terrified of other people dying. I'm much more afraid of losing people than I am of being lost. In that regard, yes, I am afraid of death. I hate how it comes out of no where and just takes people. I know that's just how things are, but I hate it. I hate that I could get a phone call at any moment alerting me of a loved one's death, or how everyone I've ever cared for is going to die and I don't know who will go first or how it will happen.

Part of me hates getting close to people for that reason. I'm just so scared something awful is going to happen and they'll be gone, forever. That's another part that gets me. They'll never come back, I'll never see them again or anything. They can be taken away so fast, and that's it. It's final. They're dead. It'd be one thing if I never thought about stuff like that, but I do. I think about it everyday. I always have, even before I experienced losing a loved one. When I was younger, I used to end up crying myself to sleep thinking about what I'd do when my parents died. ._.

tl;dr

> Not afraid of dying.
> Worried about how I'll die.
> Afraid of other people dying.

In regards to what happens after death, I used to be afraid...The way I see it is that if there's nothing after death, good. No worries. It's just over and there's nothing else to be felt or thought about it. If there's an afterlife, I don't think there's anything I can do about it? There are so many different afterlifes I really feel like it'd be impossible to live a certain way and please the right one. If I end up burning in some kind of hell for all of eternity then I guess I deserve it. I can't live my life in fear of that or it'd be insincere anyway, right? I can't worry about that or I'll drive myself crazy.





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Could the OP define death?

I define death as an end to consciousness. Changing bodies, moving to another dimension or ascending while still keeping your sense of self is not death, and answers along those lines are invalid.

What those who expressed a belief in the afterlife mean is that they do not fear death because they do not believe they can die.

Do you fear the idea of nonexistence? That is the true question, unless I mistook the opening post.

 

I find myself to not fear death at all...Perhaps I fear HOW I might die...I mean if I were tortured and possibly worse..A fate worse than death leading to death...I may fear that...But death itself...I welcome it with open arms, when it comes it comes...And I will be happy about it.

Recently my aunt went to see a medium...A little over a year my great-grandmother died, it was all very sad...But nice...She died while we were on holiday, and she died in her sleep...So it was the best possible way to go really. Now. My aunt has lived up country for as long I can remember...I'm talking about the other side of the country...So the medium she went to see was there too...She didn't know anybody we knew. She had no idea about anything....Yet she was saying things that gran would say, telling us things that the medium could not have known prior to the session...It was incredible...But she said that gran was with her husband and her mother...and that was happy, she said she loved her funeral...And if she had planned it it would have been the same. She also mentioned the after-funeral events...What we ate and all...She mentioned my mothers recent injury to the leg, and the recent deaths of 2 of my grans sisters...Heck the medium even mentioned that "Nobody would ever believe I'm doing this" as gran always believed that mediums were the work of the devil...
Hearing that...It made me so much...Happier about the thought of death...Especially the idea that we end up reuniting with our loved ones :3

 

I'm not afraid of death, per se, but I am afraid of dying before I've done anything worthwhile in my life. I hate the thought of dying young without anything to really show for myself. I've barely started my life. Sometimes I look at people and think of what they'll look like the day that they die (morbid, I know) and I see old, somewhat decrepit but at the same time fulfilled, people. Then I see myself and I haven't aged a day. Welp, those are my dark thoughts lolol

Definitely in agreement with this. One of my biggest fears is my Mam dying. I used to have to stay at my Grandparents' house every weekend when I was a child and I'd often be unable to sleep due to nightmares about my Mam's house burning down or something like that. :c ****, I'd be inconsolable if my Mam died sdfghjkl let's not even talk about that anymore

 

It is so akin to that, PaW. Right you are. I am not afraid of the dark if there is a warm bed to hop into, otherwise terrifying. I define death the same way you do, Makaze.

Peter Kurten's thoughts prior to his execution, "After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures."

There exists simultaneously a morbid curiosity in death, what happens when the lights are turned off? Not what happens after per se, but the feeling of your body going kaput as you die. The murderer's thoughts are perfectly reasonable, relatable, relations with the dregs of humanity.

 

I don't fear it. There are things I want to have done before dying, but when I'm dead I won't be around to regret them. That being said, I think I'd hate being old and helpless and regretting the things I'll never get to do.

 

I wouldn't say I necessarily "fear" death. If everyone was to fear death there wouldn't really be anyone walking the streets or so on. I would say this question has become somewhat overused to the point of being redundant though. I wouldn't say it's necessary to know if one fears death but i'm getting too generic here all the same.

I'm not one to "fear" death, i'll accept it when it comes to me though, there isn't really much else to do but accept it is there? whether it's in your sleep or in accident or whatever. But there are a lot of things that i want to do before I die so i'd rather not die anytime soon as i'd be unwilling to die.

But there are numerous questions in my mind about what does actually happens after death that you also could probably think of yourself.