naturalplastic wrote:
There are two kinds of people- those who claim that they do not fear death. And then there are honest people. Two mutually exclusive groups.
There's a third kind of people you forgot to mention: Those who think they can read other people's minds.
There's no reason to fear death. It happens to all of us, and it's unavoidable. Worrying about it does nothing to delay or stop it, so what's the point?
Now, that said, I'm not afraid of death, but I am afraid of, say, being stabbed to death or run over by a large vehicle... Or mauled to death by a bear... You know, the kinds of things that cause pain. I'm afraid of the pain, but not death. In fact, I sometimes look forward to death. This life is confusing and hectic. It's one giant pain in the ass, and I'm constantly surrounded by people I can't understand who can't understand me. I have to go work for and with some of those people just about every day, which can get extremely frustrating. I get to come home to my girlfriend at the end of the day, but she can be just as confusing and frustrating. Sometimes we have sex, and that's nice, but overall, this life is one big pain in the ass. When I find something new and exciting, nobody cares, or I get told I'm crazy or demons will get me or some other such nonsense thanks to religion. I just wanna like explore and learn how the world works, but I get very little time to do that, and I can't really share it with anybody. Everybody's busy watching TV or going on facebook or bickering back and forth about political nonsense.
So I look forward to death. I might go to heaven, or I might go to hell, or I might end up in another dimension. Maybe I'll be reincarnated in a new life(I really hope not), maybe as a different animal. Or it might just be eternal sleep. There are many different theories about what happens when you die. I won't know until it happens, but at least I'll get a break from this crap.