Hi All;) .. Are you more frightened by the thought of dying .. or the thought of growing old?;D?

Question

Explain your answer................
I am just wondering....
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Answer 1

it seems neither one is anything to fear. Growing old and feeble. being in a nursing home where if you are lucky they change you twice a day and wipe the drool off your chin is the reward for living a healthy and virtuous life.

Death on the other hand, is preferable. Additionally death is not good or bad, its just a condition but we will have difficulty with it to the extent we think too highly of ourselves.

Answer 2

Growing old, for me, has been the most fun. I am enjoying this time in my life. The thought of dying does not scare me because I feel I have confessed my sins, asked for forgiveness, fulfill my purpose in life (finally) and the only thing I have fear of is laying around in morbid pain while I wait to go to the light. The waiting for death...I don't want to spend hours dying...I have taken care of this by writing a Living Will with no heroics to be used on me...(artificial means of life)
and a durable power of attorney health care provision...someone I trust knows I don;'t want life support......
So, somewhere between the growing old and dying is a place that frightens me so much...I am still working on that part.

Answer 3

When I was about 5 someone told me that I was going to grow old and that scared the crap out of me I would cry forever everytime the thought entered my mind. Eventually I got over it but now I scared to death about dying I think about it all the time .It's become like a phobia to me.

Answer 4

Actually its a little exciting, getting old is not so bad.

Dieing used to scare me a bit till this happened.

Several years ago I had an unusual experience concerning an uncle, a distant relative who lived over a thousand miles away.

While driving my car I suddenly felt the unmistakable presence of this relative that I hardly even knew. He was more like someone I had heard about than someone I knew. It was very strange; it felt as though I was momentarily lifted right out of my physical body. I seemed to be suspended somehow beyond space and time, bathed in a love so intense It felt like I could have just disappear into it at any moment if It would have let me. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever at the same time. I realize how crazy this must sound. The experience was so strong that at first I was afraid I was loosing my grip on reality. I finally managed to chalk it up to an over active imagination.

Three days later I got a call from my aunt telling me that this uncle we are talking about had gone into a coma and died the day I had the experience. It felt like ice water had been poured down my back when she told me this. I had lost any real ideas of God or faith and had become somewhat of an atheist. Needless to say this experience caused me to rethink some of the conclusions I had come to.

I feel blessed to now understand that even in our darkest confusion something loves us so much that it went out of its way to assist me and bring me back to a state of absolute certainty about Gods love for us.
During the experience it seemed like there was a vast amount of information that I was somehow allowed access to. One thing that I came away from this experience understanding beyond any shadow of a doubt was that any Idea that God is unhappy with us or would judge or allow us to be punished for any reason is simply impossible.

I can’t explain the love I felt with words. They simply don’t make words big enough or complete enough to do this. The only way I can begin to convey this love to you is to say that there was simply nothing else there. Nothing but love. No hint of judgment, no displeasure of any sort. It is as though God sees us as being as perfect as we were the day we were created. It is only in our confused idea of ourselves that we seem to have changed.

I hope this is of some help to you. Good luck. Love and blessings.

Your brother don

Answer 5

i dont mind dying, just the way i die.
i really do mind growing old. im a control freak, i think, and the thought of losing control of my body, really freaks me out.
i can control the colour and length of my hair, to some degree the shade of my skin, the length and colour of my nails, etc. but if you got wrinkles, you got wrinkles. they do come back, no matter what you do. and your body fails.
im 25, and allready my back hurts, and im not as agile as i used to be.
im having a very hard time with that!

Answer 6

Dying. I'm afraid of dying and not being able to say goodbye to the ones I love;and not having any control over it.

Answer 7

I'm most frightened of being in unbearable pain for a long period of time.Not dying or growing old.

Answer 8

Neither, for both the stages are akin to clothes ..... one is the tatter that is thrown out and is useless while the other is an old wear that still serves its purpose.

Answer 9

Definitely growing old, you get more and more vulnerable and have less time to make changes and fix things you've done wrong in your life

Answer 10

I am afraid of loosing my individuality, my thoughts, when they leave, I would not know weather I were alive or dead. holding on to thoughts that confirm my life are important.