When do you think you will die?
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londonaberdeen
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Mermaid said:
I was exactly the same, even from primary school I'd tell everyone I won't grow old. I was going to die at 30. As I grew up it stayed with me, eventually I was convinced I'd die at 30.
As 30 approached I became terrified, waiting for the inevitable. Thankfully I saw 31 and I can forget about it. Now 34 and counting. No longer do I worry or even want to know what age I am going at. Now living in today and not worrying too much about the day I can't predict I'll never be able to change.
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Re: Re: How long
Ya know, if Paul Newman can race in the DP class in the 24 Hours of Datona at the age of 80!, then there is some hope for me to have a future too.
Just can't see any light in the tunnel, much less see the end of the tunnel. I'm not afraid of dying. It living that is the hard thing to do.
Gil, you and Bandit have been an inspiration and comfort to me several/many times in the past year or so. I envy your relationship. I want to hear about your racing ties sometime, my one true passion.Gil_T2 said:As Monty Python song goes "Always look on the bright side of death"
I have a mass of health issues & was just about ready to give up but then LOVE came back into my life making me realise life is what you make of it.
Don't concentrate on the bad things & get out there & find the great times that are there to be had.
Ya know, if Paul Newman can race in the DP class in the 24 Hours of Datona at the age of 80!, then there is some hope for me to have a future too.
Just can't see any light in the tunnel, much less see the end of the tunnel. I'm not afraid of dying. It living that is the hard thing to do.
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MF, I sympathize completely with you on this one. Sometimes I wonder if maybe my expectations of what life would be like were just too high, and maybe that's why it feels like life lets me down so much. But unfortunately, I can't ever remember having any such expectations - so feeling "let down" doesn't seem to make much sense. When I look at my life from a logical standpoint and try to view it as an outsider would, it looks pretty decent. I have an awesome husband, a good education, our financial situation is okay... but yet I'm still full of this depression, anxiety, and overwhelming sense that something is not right. It's almost like I'm a spectator for the good in my own life. It's there, but I don't feel like I'm experiencing it as much as I do the bad. It sounds weird, I know, but it's the best way I can describe it. I wonder if I'll ever be able to break out of this mindset and start actually living my life.
MagicFingers said:
MF, I sympathize completely with you on this one. Sometimes I wonder if maybe my expectations of what life would be like were just too high, and maybe that's why it feels like life lets me down so much. But unfortunately, I can't ever remember having any such expectations - so feeling "let down" doesn't seem to make much sense. When I look at my life from a logical standpoint and try to view it as an outsider would, it looks pretty decent. I have an awesome husband, a good education, our financial situation is okay... but yet I'm still full of this depression, anxiety, and overwhelming sense that something is not right. It's almost like I'm a spectator for the good in my own life. It's there, but I don't feel like I'm experiencing it as much as I do the bad. It sounds weird, I know, but it's the best way I can describe it. I wonder if I'll ever be able to break out of this mindset and start actually living my life.
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I don't worry about when I I'll die. I know it will happen. Whenever it does, so be it. I live everyday to the fullest. I've seen bad times and I survived. When they come again (and trust me, they do return) I'll survive or succumb. I don't spend time worrying about things I can't change.
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when my time comes
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Is there a prize for the person who guesses correctly?
I'm going to go with "By the time I am 40"
I'm going to go with "By the time I am 40"
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Very interesting replies. I'm amazed at some of them.
Alright, here's my 6 bits worth. Weird, I know, but I *plan* on living to be 122. Have no idea how I came to arbitrary figure, but longetivity does run in my family and I'm pretty freaking sturdy, so I just kind of set it as a goal. :shrug:
I have no fear of death at all but, naturally, I hope for a painless passing, morphine drip-induced (thank goodness for legally assisted suicide in my state) or something instantaneous (like a plane crash or explosion). I hold no beliefs about what happens after death, so I figure I'll take the only reality I can verify -- the here and now -- and enjoy the ride.
Of course, if greater minds than mine can give me a sound ontological argument for the existence of God I'll have to rethink my whole domestic policy on this subject ...
Alright, here's my 6 bits worth. Weird, I know, but I *plan* on living to be 122. Have no idea how I came to arbitrary figure, but longetivity does run in my family and I'm pretty freaking sturdy, so I just kind of set it as a goal. :shrug:
I have no fear of death at all but, naturally, I hope for a painless passing, morphine drip-induced (thank goodness for legally assisted suicide in my state) or something instantaneous (like a plane crash or explosion). I hold no beliefs about what happens after death, so I figure I'll take the only reality I can verify -- the here and now -- and enjoy the ride.
Of course, if greater minds than mine can give me a sound ontological argument for the existence of God I'll have to rethink my whole domestic policy on this subject ...
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when do I think I will die?
either
when the rope snaps my neck
or when I pull the trigger
or
when I step out in front of the truck or the train
does it REALLY matter?
as far as I am concerned..the sooner the better
I'd sooner go to my grave knowing I did what I could..MY way while I was able to
than to go to my grave all bent over and not even know my own name coz of some old timer's disease
or
be in some nursing home where they have to spoon feed you and change your diapers
either
when the rope snaps my neck
or when I pull the trigger
or
when I step out in front of the truck or the train
does it REALLY matter?
as far as I am concerned..the sooner the better
I'd sooner go to my grave knowing I did what I could..MY way while I was able to
than to go to my grave all bent over and not even know my own name coz of some old timer's disease
or
be in some nursing home where they have to spoon feed you and change your diapers
Little Bird
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Than, I think, you just don't have the slightest clue what it is to be men.
I think I'll die at age 94, about one week after getting to old to manange my own household with my equally old wife. Leaving behind my 70-year old childs, their childrens, grand-childrens and hopefully even their childrens, remembering me for what I was, and being sad but not in grief.
I think I'll die at age 94, about one week after getting to old to manange my own household with my equally old wife. Leaving behind my 70-year old childs, their childrens, grand-childrens and hopefully even their childrens, remembering me for what I was, and being sad but not in grief.
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Alright...alright...I guess it's time to bare it all.
When I was a teen, I was suicidal. I was the perfect student though - straight A's, had friends, family...but I really couldn't understand why I was so depressed. Although sometimes, I'm not sure if it had something to do with being the pressures of being the genius in the family. I was in advanced classes in junior high and high school, and if I somehow got anything lower than a B, my parents grounded me! My older sister and my older brother had learning disabilities and if they got a C, they were applauded for it! Sometimes, they resented me because they were tired of being compared to me. At the same time, I resented them because they could get away with not being perfect...and I couldn't. I had to be the perfect child in my family. Once when I was 16 I got a B in Pre-Calculus. Well, knowing that I was going to get into a fight with my parents, I took a bottle of pills and shoved them down my throat. Well, it didn't kill me because I didn't take enough but it did make sick enough to be throwing up. I never told my family...but I did have the courage to tell E about it later on. Yet my depression would come back...but I never could do what I did when I was 16. I had thoughts though but when I do...I fight it. I would write in my journal or go out with friends, or call my family/friends...anything to get those demons out. I am not on antidepressants nor in therapy...but I manage.
Fast forward to my 20s'...I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and a thyroid problem. Because I had an autoimmune disease, the doctor told me that I was prone to have infections and also told me having a thyroid problem also puts me at risk for heart problems and cancer even if my thyroid condition isn't fatal.
Well, guess what. Suddenly I wanted to LIVE! An epiphany...I guess. I started eating healthy and reading about my conditions. Every once in a while, when my thyroid levels are not balanced, I do get depressed, but I fight it. And the fight is so worth it because then I'd wake up the next day and realize...Gee, if I killed myself yesterday/last week, I would have missed this wonderful day.
I am so sorry for the long post...but I had to explain before I get to my answer. When do I think I will die? I don't know especially if the chronic illness ran in the family...and most of my family members had died around/before/ in their 60's because of cancer or heart problems. BUT I would certainly like to live longer...and when it's time for me to go...I want to die in peace yet live long enough to see my family and loved ones and give them a chance to say goodbye.
When I was a teen, I was suicidal. I was the perfect student though - straight A's, had friends, family...but I really couldn't understand why I was so depressed. Although sometimes, I'm not sure if it had something to do with being the pressures of being the genius in the family. I was in advanced classes in junior high and high school, and if I somehow got anything lower than a B, my parents grounded me! My older sister and my older brother had learning disabilities and if they got a C, they were applauded for it! Sometimes, they resented me because they were tired of being compared to me. At the same time, I resented them because they could get away with not being perfect...and I couldn't. I had to be the perfect child in my family. Once when I was 16 I got a B in Pre-Calculus. Well, knowing that I was going to get into a fight with my parents, I took a bottle of pills and shoved them down my throat. Well, it didn't kill me because I didn't take enough but it did make sick enough to be throwing up. I never told my family...but I did have the courage to tell E about it later on. Yet my depression would come back...but I never could do what I did when I was 16. I had thoughts though but when I do...I fight it. I would write in my journal or go out with friends, or call my family/friends...anything to get those demons out. I am not on antidepressants nor in therapy...but I manage.
Fast forward to my 20s'...I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and a thyroid problem. Because I had an autoimmune disease, the doctor told me that I was prone to have infections and also told me having a thyroid problem also puts me at risk for heart problems and cancer even if my thyroid condition isn't fatal.
Well, guess what. Suddenly I wanted to LIVE! An epiphany...I guess. I started eating healthy and reading about my conditions. Every once in a while, when my thyroid levels are not balanced, I do get depressed, but I fight it. And the fight is so worth it because then I'd wake up the next day and realize...Gee, if I killed myself yesterday/last week, I would have missed this wonderful day.
I am so sorry for the long post...but I had to explain before I get to my answer. When do I think I will die? I don't know especially if the chronic illness ran in the family...and most of my family members had died around/before/ in their 60's because of cancer or heart problems. BUT I would certainly like to live longer...and when it's time for me to go...I want to die in peace yet live long enough to see my family and loved ones and give them a chance to say goodbye.
