Maybe I’m dense
But I just figured out the fear factor I have been observing.People are scared to death, of dying.(I’m being a touch sarcastic, bear with me,,,)
Now, to me, this makes very little sense. We are born with a death sentence. No one gets out of this life, alive. Period! End of discussion! I’ve been aware of my own mortality since early in 92. I saw death, face on, and knew, KNEW, I was given a gift in living through it. Every day since has been such a gift and I have lived as such. I enjoy waking in the morning and thinking about how I can do more living. As an example; I saw a t-shirt that summed it up very well. It said ” I don’t kayak to add years to my life, I kayak to add life to my years.”
Thats how I approach everyday. Its also in part why I have never achieved rousing success, wealth, or notoriety; I tend to bounce from one endeavor to the next.Its also why some people think I’m full of crap when they first meet me: they can’t believe I have done all the things I have. After all, everyone of us has the same number of hours in a day, I just choose to not spend mine in front of a programmer. When they see the backstage passes, the hand built kayaks, the hand built steam engine, the autographed pictures, the bookshelf full of so many different areas of study, the certifications and awards,,,,all in an off-grid home I designed and built,,,
But the fear of death just isn’t in me. I know I will die, eventually, and even have some idea of when, thanks to a genetic trait inherited from my mothers side. Barring outside forces, I have around 15 years left on the clock. Maybe more, maybe less, depending on my choices in taking care of this vehicle I inhabit. That doesn’t scare me. Hell, in many ways, I embrace it, and plan accordingly. Even if those outside forces end ‘me’ before that time, I’m ok with that too: I’ve had a hella good time, even when it sucked! I have no regrets about my life. I dont see death as the “end of the road”, I see it as the end of this part of life and the beginnings of a new one; a transitioning like the ‘death’ of a caterpiller is the birth of a butterfly.
But so many others freak out when the idea of dying flits across their mind. Is it because they have never really lived? Or that they haven’t led good lives and fear “meeting their maker” and his/her/its judgements? Or that they just have too much more to do yet? (I guess that one could be part of the first reason) Maybe they have children that are dependent upon them?(that one I have a better understanding for, but there are things that can be done and the here and now to alleviate that.) Maybe they just have not found their purpose in life? (This one IMO is why some fall to religous extremes so easily)
Maybe this scare will help some of those in fear wake up to it and ‘fix’ the problem. I can’t see anything wrong with more people getting out of the house and living life. Maybe the entertainment industry and advertisers would, but not me.Grizzykat agrees.
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