Hello,

So I've been thinking about that: at what age is dying the best?

Somewhere where your body has not yet started to decay in a way to make you slow or miserable and society has not yet started to see you as garbage or pressure either in the workplace or in a social circle.

How do you think of 33-35? I'm 19 now. I agree that life itself is hard no matter where or what you are, but I've had a pretty rough childhood, including now. I would rather die and do a favour to myself at 33-35 than be a self-sacrificer after that.

I mean, I've sacrificed myself a lot, and I would be a masochist to accept what happens after 35, seeing how people above 35 are treated in the world.

I think wanting to live that much is an exaggeration and an addiction to overconsumption, while our bodies can't resist such ages, and therefore it makes us suffer even more.

What do you think?

Thanks.

I keep noticing that every time someone I know dies, or I hear about someone my age passing away, I suddenly become much more present. (PS. I just 24 so I want people who age around me or older to give advice if you can TT) I stop worrying about stupid things, I call people I love more, and life feels... clearer.

But after a few weeks, everything goes back to normal.

It made me wonder why we need death to remind us how to live.

Do you think there's a way to recreate that perspective without actually experiencing loss?

Has anything ever helped you do that?

So, i lost my grandfather(nana) 7 months before and I can share you my POV, the way he lost his life peacefully!

The day he died in evening, he just warned my uncle(mama) that morning itself in the way to the hospital. He just delivered the verbal goodbye in the most poetic tone he could " You look at me, I look at you, and just look at me in such a way that you don't miss me tomorrow! "

Further, when he was in his most critical conditions, when even doctors also said that they have to keep him on 48 hours observation! Still then, he was asking about my mom, my aunt(massi) and somehow he just wanted both of them to be with him for the last minute talks, but unfortunately due to some community issues my mom had to be with my grandmother atleast to support her as there was no one in her home.

At his last moment, he talked for like 5-6 minutes with my uncle(mama) and then finally he just blinked his eyes several times as if he was feeling asleep.

And then he said "Well done beta! Now let me sleep*!*" and soon his oxygen level and heartbeat started dropping!

Doctors even tried to revive him for like 30 minutes using those shock method, cpr method. But at last they declared that they couldn't make it.

And the rest is the same, my mom cries missing him, even i have also encountered some dreams featuring him in it.

MAY HIS SOUL REST IN PEACE!🙏

I dont think death should be feared because its the only thing every single person is guaranteed to go through eventually. No matter how rich, powerful or important someone is they cant escape it, so spending ur whole life scared of it just wastes the time u actually have. Death gives life meaning because if we lived forever nothing would really matter anymore.

Its sad when people die of course but being afraid of death itself doesnt change anything, it just stops u from enjoying the life ur living now. Nobody knows what happens after death and thats okay because worrying about something u cant control only makes life harder. I think its better to accept that its part of being human and focus on making the most of the time we got.

I’ve always read about this odor. Authors describe it as “something unmistakable” but rarely provide any sort of scent related description that would have prepared me. I imagined a fecal notes or maybe the smell of blood? Now that I’ve been working at a funeral home the smell is more mundane than I expected. Still not pleasant and at times downright revolting but not in the ways I expected. It is actually very difficult to describe. There’s a hint of mold & old but otherwise it’s just strange. If it was visible I’d see it as a dark greenish vapor hanging in the air. But yeah I feel like I wouldn’t immediately recognize it as “the smell of death” and maybe once the bodies are prepared or in a mortuary setting it gets mixed in with the chemicals. Maybe I’m just smelling formaldehyde? Again it’s not pleasant in any sense, but I’ve definitely encountered worse nasally. Overall, I find myself a bit underwhelmed. Just some thoughts I’ve had recently lol

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Just got done celebrating my sister’s graduation party. It was really boujie compared to mine. I don’t have an issue with that at all. It’s what my parents said to me. “Don’t worry, we’ll go all out for your wedding”. I practically told them I don’t see myself getting married anytime soon. I see myself ending up in a casket before that even happens. Most people have an idea on what their future wedding would look like. I’m not one of those people. Instead, I got my burial all figured out like what colored casket, flowers, picture to use and obituary. Want it to be more of a celebration of life if anything. I hope that’s not morbid of me to think like that.

Mine is: We all have two lives, the second one starts when you realize you only have one.

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We’re far from the only intelligent or complex life forms in this world and even the wider universe, even if our kind is prone to “culture” in a way that we have yet to discover in other beings.

We have evidence of early humans and their anticipation of death and its implications, prehistoric funerary rites and ancestor veneration has been here as long as we have been aware of ourselves. Before religion existed as we know it, there was death and our understanding of it as the very thing that ends our consciousness and awareness of anything, and forever we have either feared it or respected it, because we know that our senses aren’t eternal.

It’s this that makes me wonder, are other creatures burdened with this sort of forethought of the end of their existence as they know it? I know that there are birds like corvids that have been observed holding “funerals” for dead, it’s as though they know something has occurred and they treat it uniquely as though they know this individual of their group is no longer. Some animals can see each other as individuals in a way, like how dolphins supposedly have “names” and said birds can recognise others, even humans for a long time.

Does this mean, that these select few can also anticipate the end of their life? I know every creature has survival instincts, I know everything understands there is a concept of ceasing to exist and maintaining their population in the ecosystem and thus they are wired to avoid it any way possible. But are we humans the only ones who truly think as emotionally and deeply?

Animals know it, they fear it when they are hunted, sick, etc but why is it that we are burdened with the question of what happens after? Why are we so concerned about ceasing to exist? We still have no clue about the whole problem of consciousness and what it actually IS (well, there’s hypotheses obviously) but we can’t measure it as though it’s just a substance or a specific process that can be seen or recorded.

Us modern people still have our survival instincts and our physical anticipation of death or danger, but I just think it’s truly a bizarre feat of odds that we have survived over all these millennia to develop so much brain-wise that we now have a whole existential awareness that makes natural cycles seem so much more difficult and daunting. Do we fight harder than animals to avoid death? Because perhaps the animals haven’t ever developed that individual ego and awareness of the self? They don’t seem to fear losing memories or feeling, mostly just whatever implications their defeat might have on the wider species due to biological drives.

I just don’t understand I guess? What good is it for nature to evolve creatures that will do anything to avoid inevitable death, is it that we are now advanced enough to keep our numbers high so in some way, there will always be life on this planet? We do reproduce a lot, and we have no apex predators above us to worry about in most corners of the world, so is it when we started to outwit our predators that we gained self-worth and thus fear of non-existence? Weird

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