A few years back Dad found out he had bladder cancer. He went in for an operation and they stitched him right back up. While he quickly deteriorated over the next few months, mom died. Dad passed away a few months later. It definitely made me think.
This is almost exactly how it is for me. For as long as I can remember my mortality has been a thought way in the back of my mind. And as you say anytime it ever comes closer to the forefront, I kind of just remember how tiny and insignificant myself and all that I care about are in the grand scheme of the, not just the planet, but the universe. But that doesn't mean none of it matters. It still matters to me. But of coures, in the long run we're all dead. Every single one of us. So it would be an irrational thing to really dwell on.Whenever I think about the emptyness of non longer existing I tend dift off and think about the larger picture of Earth no longer existing. No trace of me or anyone else ever existed. I tend to have to take to deep breathes to get me back.
This is a baka statement. In truth younger people die the most. As in most people don't even make it to age 30.Unless you are at least 45 or have health issues you haven’t truly stared down your mortality.
i don't remember the very first time because i've drowned it out so much with so many more subsequent thoughts of mortality
i currently believe there is a cosmic reservoir for every type of being on earth, including humans
and that dying serves a purpose, and that purpose is to simply refresh
ideally nature wants to refresh everything
so you, as you are today, existed 500 years ago, but you got refreshed several times and here you are again now
"standing on the shoulders of giants", more like standing on our own shoulders
i just want to make her guts look like a bowl of cereal
A few years back Dad found out he had bladder cancer. He went in for an operation and they stitched him right back up. While he quickly deteriorated over the next few months, mom died. Dad passed away a few months later. It definitely made me think.
I don't remember when I became aware I'll eventually die. While I can say I'll die some day, I can not say I understand the implications of it.Unless you are at least 45 or have health issues you haven’t truly stared down your mortality.
as someone who has been on the precipice of death and madness multiple times, my advice comes from our dear friend baelish
is it selfish to hope that I die with the rest of you via a comet impact, nuclear war or Azathoth farting?
I would take comfort in knowing that none of you fuckers get to carrying on either.
GAF meet up in hell?
we're all gonna die, there's no need to be upset
it's probably gonna be really painful by the way for most people, if that gives you any comfort