Sir_Winston54
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Strange that you should post this now, IYM - this general sort of topic has been on my mind for the past couple of weeks.
What do I fear for myself?
I fear dying alone, without someone in my life to regret my passing. I fear dying un-alone, with someone in my life who will be hurt by my passing. Oddly, I don't much fear dying - it's whether or not someone will regret or be hurt by it happening, because I know it will at some point happen.
In life itself, I fear losing, o so many things: Most of all, I think, my vision. It's so important to me, for reading the books I've loved all my life and still do, for coming here to read the thoughts posted, and to share in the joys and sorrows and peaks and valleys of their lives - these people who have, in some strange way, become a very important part of my life, though I've in "real life" met only a very few. It's crucial to me for bowling, for flogging/caning/etc. (if I ever get another chance to indulge!
); to see the love in my golden retriever Sadie's eyes; to see the trees turn green in the spring, and red and orange and gold in the fall; to see the pretty girls/women - and most of them are pretty, each in their own way... only those who have given up their spirit turn my eyes away. Even those decades older than I often show flashes of the youthful spirits that used to animate them, and still come to the fore at times, when their minds forget for a moment that they're not still young and beautiful and strong.
I don't think I could live without the ability to see the amazing glow in the eyes and face of a young boy who has just hit his first home run; a young girl who has just learned that the first boy she's had a crush on likes her; a young woman - or even a middle-aged or old one - who's had the man of her dreams propose; the young couple in one of my bowling leagues who just learned Wednesday that their upcoming child - the couple who were told they *couldn't* get pregnant - is a healthy boy at her 5-month sonogram... all of these faces and eyes, so open to the possibilities and dreams-come-true of their lives.
I fear that some of my various not-so-serious ailments now - heart disease, mild diabetes, moderate arthritis, incipient COPD/emphysema - could reduce, either directly or indirectly (e.g., losing my sight or a limb to complications of diabetes), my ability to do the things I love to do, and/or to take care of myself. I'm a rather independent cuss. To have to rely on someone else to dress me, bathe me, etc., would be worse in many ways than dying.
I fear Alzheimer's, though it's not a great fear. Most of my lineage on both sides were relatively long-lived, and all kept the vast majority of their faculties until at or very near the end of their lives. For me, the fear here is that I know - from my second wife's parents' experience - I could lose the ability to remember the parts of my life I want and need to remember, and the ability to do what I want and need to do to consider life viable - and not know it. See the last sentence of the preceding paragraph.
I fear letting down the people in my life - even those who are "only" "pixels on a screen" - by somehow screwing up and embarrassing or hurting them, and the possibilities of that are almost infinitely great; therefore, it's a great fear.
I told one of my ex-wives (#2, I think) before we got married that there's not a day, an hour, a minute, that some part of my body does not hurt, but that I could and would not allow that to prevent me from enjoying my life as much as possible. While those various pains - and age, and fat
- now prevent me from doing many of the things I used to do, like playing slow-pitch softball, I still do enjoy much of my life. I fear losing that capability, and should I find that there is nothing left in my life to enjoy, I hope I have the testicular fortitude to either find something new to enjoy, or stop trying.
And one last fear: I fear to learn that someone I care about - "real life" or online - has succumbed, either to accident, disease or just the vicissitudes of life, or has given up on life.
What do I fear for myself?
I fear dying alone, without someone in my life to regret my passing. I fear dying un-alone, with someone in my life who will be hurt by my passing. Oddly, I don't much fear dying - it's whether or not someone will regret or be hurt by it happening, because I know it will at some point happen.
In life itself, I fear losing, o so many things: Most of all, I think, my vision. It's so important to me, for reading the books I've loved all my life and still do, for coming here to read the thoughts posted, and to share in the joys and sorrows and peaks and valleys of their lives - these people who have, in some strange way, become a very important part of my life, though I've in "real life" met only a very few. It's crucial to me for bowling, for flogging/caning/etc. (if I ever get another chance to indulge!
I don't think I could live without the ability to see the amazing glow in the eyes and face of a young boy who has just hit his first home run; a young girl who has just learned that the first boy she's had a crush on likes her; a young woman - or even a middle-aged or old one - who's had the man of her dreams propose; the young couple in one of my bowling leagues who just learned Wednesday that their upcoming child - the couple who were told they *couldn't* get pregnant - is a healthy boy at her 5-month sonogram... all of these faces and eyes, so open to the possibilities and dreams-come-true of their lives.
I fear that some of my various not-so-serious ailments now - heart disease, mild diabetes, moderate arthritis, incipient COPD/emphysema - could reduce, either directly or indirectly (e.g., losing my sight or a limb to complications of diabetes), my ability to do the things I love to do, and/or to take care of myself. I'm a rather independent cuss. To have to rely on someone else to dress me, bathe me, etc., would be worse in many ways than dying.
I fear Alzheimer's, though it's not a great fear. Most of my lineage on both sides were relatively long-lived, and all kept the vast majority of their faculties until at or very near the end of their lives. For me, the fear here is that I know - from my second wife's parents' experience - I could lose the ability to remember the parts of my life I want and need to remember, and the ability to do what I want and need to do to consider life viable - and not know it. See the last sentence of the preceding paragraph.
I fear letting down the people in my life - even those who are "only" "pixels on a screen" - by somehow screwing up and embarrassing or hurting them, and the possibilities of that are almost infinitely great; therefore, it's a great fear.
I told one of my ex-wives (#2, I think) before we got married that there's not a day, an hour, a minute, that some part of my body does not hurt, but that I could and would not allow that to prevent me from enjoying my life as much as possible. While those various pains - and age, and fat
And one last fear: I fear to learn that someone I care about - "real life" or online - has succumbed, either to accident, disease or just the vicissitudes of life, or has given up on life.
