I do understand that the original poster of this thread has had his red door painted black, however, I must comment on the issue which is a very important one.
When one is faced with their own mortality either due to circumstances against their control or sudden illness....when one comes close enough to death to smell his breath?
One reevaluates things. One ponders, reflects, and in My case..... becomes very fearful.
When I say close enough to smell deaths breath? I mean just that. I mean a doctor telling you that you were a heartbeat away from dying. I mean a doctor telling you that they have never seen someone so ill, still breathing. Things of that nature.
I AM afraid of death. It is the great destroyer.
The destroyer of families, of laughter, of productiveness.
What ticks Me off about death the most is that it seems to take those members of society that are useful and productive from Us.
So many worthless individuals, child molesters etc. roam the planet and live to be 100 years of age.
However, death is not fair. Death does not play fair at all. The sooner one recognizes this simple truth, the sooner one can plan on cheating the bastard!
There are not many things that I would not do to preserve My shell.
I look to Science and to the future. I enjoy life (even when in pain) life is the ultimate party. Death, the ultimate surrender and personally, I have never been one to give up easy, or without a fight.
One of My biggest fears is that I would become involved in an accident that blows My head apart (therefore rendering possible future Scientific medical treatment useless).
I have taken precautions.
I'm aware and take care of this fragile shell. I do NOT want to know death. I will fight it like Oil Of Olay, every step of the way.
I just saw this:
I love the idea of death. It looks so soothing and peaceful. I see it as the end of pain, suffering, and strife that is the life of the animal in this Darwinian world of survival of the fittest. I figure yeah it's an end to joy of course, but only if the glass if half empty.
I strongly disagree. It is within every animal to survive. To LIVE to poke death in it's proverbial eye.
I have never understood people who see death as some type of release. I suppose this may be because I enjoy life.
I do not claim to understand other individuals pain, no certainly not, but I also on the same token do not understand those who 'give up' who are willing to roll over like a cowardly dog. I don't.
I am certainly not calling you a cowardly dog, I am simply saying that 'this does not compute' with Me.
I have watched numerous amounts of Television shows that show that dying can be a graceful thing....a nobel thing.
There is no grace in dying. Dying is horrible. I won't be a part of it (if I can help it).