Are you afraid to die?

TreeCo said:
Those bronze age sheep herders sure imagined up an ugly God.
Nonsense really. A real God would have a good laugh.



Hell is other people.
(Sartre from No Exit, a great read BTW.)I



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Dude, super pretty. New feavorite song ever! So dancey at the end!
Played violin since 5th grade, played in orchestras through collage, can play anything else. Love jam/dance music. at 2:14 the dance/jam kicks! I love it round and round.
 
I feel like this could be just as easily put in the general discussion forum. What other jobs( I know there out there) put people in a position to contemplate death for money? It's amazing the situations we will put ourselves in for "a paycheck" but what makes us different than any job is that when your in that position the 20 to 30 dollars an hour isn't even a thought. Your either making that cut for you or your saying f*** this for you.
 
frashdog said:
So some of you guys are afraid of pain?
Honestly never thought of being afraid of owning pain,( the pain owed to you from your karma) let alone the pain in the act of dying. Yet self preservation is still strong within me.

For real, I've been so hurt, the worst injuries hurt then least. Broken bones just hurt less upfront, but less longer when worked out over the payment terms.

It's the whip to the tip of your ear that is more debilitating in the moment.
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I guess its respect for the pain. Ive gotten hurt pretty good two times in my first years. If I was afraid I suppose I woulda went back to landscaping. I respect the pain, which intern mkes me respect kickback potential and safety at height. Fun thread.
 
Jem4417 said:
What other jobs( I know there out there) put people in a position to contemplate death for money?
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more about the individual who is willing to gamble on their skills being greater than the possibility of failing.
the 90 odd % of the population when presented with a choice will play it safe every time.
you can include in the final 10 % the people too stupid to calculate the odds from the get go but thats probability for you and the rest are either risk takers by nature or take risks on a returns being in their favour means the risks are outweighed by the return.
Death is a good topic in it's self since it affects all of us regardless of region or social class status though it can be postponed statically by having a better class status for various geographical and demographical factors.
what occurs to the individual after death has stripped them from the mortal coil is another good subject again.
I'm not in the mood nor have the inclination but could certainly set up a waffle van on this thread.
As for pain (physical) I could write a small novel about what shapes and tricks pain can manifest it's insidious little self on the human body. quite a beast is pain. a real educator and back breaker that fella.
Dune - Frank Herbert - "fear is the mind killer , fear is the little death" .
lets also have a gander at fear when we consider the equation of mortality and our responses.
 
Among many ideas what might be behind the veil of our reality, if anything....one of them for me is we are each in our own little bubbles. Floating around each other in space. Projecting our individual and collective reality onto the inside of our bubble like a virtual reality screen. We are all still tethered to the source. We each are a single particle of the source out on a leash for some entertainment. If I was a singular conscious entity, like a god with no people on leashes... One would be lonely. I'd probably start talking to myself. Probably create an amazing world, where I would send bits of my awareness to experience ourselves.

Long story short..I love being here.
I wonder , When I'm not here ...will any of this matter?
For now, I'll imagine it does.
 
I see divinity in the design.
The beauty and love of the nature never gets old.
Flowing water, waves crashing, wind blowing clouds and vegetation around, staring at a fire, falling snow the list goes on. Oh don't forget the beautiful naked female bodies, wow! Nice job god! Thank you!
 
I have debated on writing more on this thread and I suppose maybe I have some life experience that could explain how I feel about death.

First of all I am afraid it will hurt really badly. Having said that, I'm not afraid to die. I am a firefighter. I have been for the majority of my working life. I accept the risks of my profession and just don't think about it. If I dwell on the possibilities I will be unable to do my job. I am at peace with the possibility of death due to occupational circumstances. I feel experienced enough and knowledgeable enough to keep my self out of situations where its likely. Unfortunately things happen that we cant foresee or mitigate and a death occurs. I'm ok with that. I swore to give my life for those I protect the day I accepted the job offer. It's what I do and people depend on me for that.

Doing tree work is similar. I don't take stupid risks and take my job very seriously. If some tragic accident happens then it happens. I do my absolute best to mitigate any change of injury and death but I am not all knowing and all seeing. If it happens, most likely I did my very best to keep it from happening.

I willingly ride a motorcycle and do so with my 6 year old son. I accept the risk. I think about it more when he is with me than when I'm alone due to the fact that I'm putting him at risk by allowing him to ride with me. I am old enough to make my own decisions but decisions like this for him are not taken lightly.

The point is, I think about death often. I just can't dwell on it. My life is risky. Death is always there and I believe it will come when it comes. I just have to try to not go asking for it. I am not ready to die. Im a 45 year old dad of a 6 year old. I wannna stick around and help him through life. I also want to see if I did a good job. I'm not close with my own family but my relationship with my son is stronger than mine ever was with my own parents. I'd really like to see it through.

When my wife and son died, I died. It was a cold dark time in my life. I was dead inside. I wished every day that I had died instead of her. I felt she would do so much of a better job being a widowed parent and keeping life together than I could. I dreaded picking my child up from daycare and spending time with him. I dreaded meal time with just he an I. I dreaded everything about it. I just wanted to get the day over so I could go to sleep and forget about my hell for a few hours. Then the alarm went off and hell began again. I was dead inside. I had nothing to give. I was empty, barren, lost, lonely, and alone. I felt escape in work and work alone. Her death was the most significant death I have ever experienced. It shook the very bedrock of the foundation of my life. It was me that would die first, not her, or so I thought.

I guess the point is I have learned to accept death as part of everyday life. It's everywhere. I don't ponder the afterlife or whatever you choose to believe in. I do have beliefs but I really don't consider them past my thoughts of my wife and son and what has become of their spirit/energy. I hope more than believe honestly. Death doesn't scare me. It doesn't scare me even more after my life experiences with my personal life as well as the probably thousands of deaths I've witnessed in my 22 years of an inner city paramedic firefighter.

My ultimate wish about the actual process of my own death is to make it sudden, peaceful, and painless. Kinda like when you leave home for the first time. Don't drag it out, just do it before you have second thoughts or your mind fills with regrets, don't look back.

Make it as trauma free for those I love and let them find peace in it. Don't let them see it or read about the events. Allow my son to see my as a good man and a hero. Peace and tranquility........that's how I hope it feels.
 
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