How do you suppose you'll die, it's likely that some one who reads this will die because of carelessness. And a certainty that all who read this will die of something, and none of our lives will have meant anything. And some time will pass and a new species will evolve and they will think they've got all the answers just as we do. Into a meaningless continuum. And we all lose our hairs over the silliest things. It makes me want to laugh and cry. To watch those around me act as I observe. I step back and back and back, trying to bring myself into the picture, but it's just a faulty representation of reality. I can't escape this body, I am this body, and with its failure I will cease to think and therefore to be. Just decomposing matter, back into the earth, all of my stupid thoughts and worries and expressions. I will not have mattered. Just link in the chain of cause and effect. And these words will never express the desired meaning, though they need not to as we all think the same.
2007-09-05 17:18:27 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
My ramblings annoy me too.
2007-09-05 17:24:51 · update #1
I think about this pretty much every day. It makes me want to live my life the way that I want to and not as a sheep going along with the flock. I don't want to work a corporate job so that I can have a high salary, a nice place in New York, and a stressful life. I would rather make $8/hr. doing something that I enjoy. To me life is all about getting happy as fast as you can, and staying that way until it's time to go. My only hope for death, is that it will be quick and that I won't have to think about it a lot beforehand. Also I want to be able to have said my goodbyes, and I want to have the ashes of my wife and I mixed with the soil of a tree or something... so that my atoms can at least be reused inside of the tree... it might give me peace of mind to know that I will be part of a tree when I die... or something other than a scattered pile of dirt in a ditch.
2007-09-05 17:39:40 · answer #1 · answered by Jadochop 6 · 3⤊ 0⤋
I think about it, sure. How do I suppose I'll die? Well, barring any accidents, it will probably be a heart attack as it runs in the family.
I don't think my life will not have meant anything though. My grandfather meant the world to me and still does, although he is no longer living. I think of him often. He pops into my mind at random moments, and when he does, I am grateful that I was able to know such a wonderful person. If even one person thinks of me in that way after I'm gone, then my life will have meant something.
2007-09-06 00:34:13 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
I will likely die of suffocation within my own bodily fluids suffering from the ravages of age, like most modern people in the West.
If I have the courage, I'll take rat poison when it's obvious the time is at hand.
2007-09-06 00:25:56 · answer #3 · answered by wondermus 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
All the time. I just pray that I stick around for some pretty monumental events (i.e., my daughter graduating from high school, then college, her wedding, grandchildren, and my first million).
2007-09-06 00:35:22 · answer #4 · answered by Patrick the Carpathian, CaFO 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Nope, I don't think about it. It's useless to dwell on it.
I'm alive. I'm happy just for that. Wheeeeeeeee!
2007-09-06 00:28:40 · answer #5 · answered by Darth Cheney 7 · 3⤊ 0⤋
not really - it is just sort of a natural occurrence or an accident!
2007-09-06 00:29:04 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 2⤊ 0⤋