i guess everybody should just accept things the way they are. death is just a part of your life. there's no point in being afraid of it. of course, we usualy can accept our own death, but not the death of the people we love... i don't know... i can't say i'm afraid... i'm very curious, though.
I cant say im looking forward to it at ll. But theres nothing i can do about it no matter how much im in denile that i can find a fountain of youth. I guess im just hoping the hindus way of thinking is right (reincarnation)
i dont want to grow old or die :$ but i suppose i've got no choice. which in a way probably spurs me on more to look for the meaning of life. so in that respect its a good thing becayse without it i wouldnt care much about anything :H
death....kind of an exciting thing.don't know what you're really gonna get.maybe my soul will travel into space.and become part of the universe..... yeah.that would be sweet
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;-- Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around-- Earth and her waters, and the depths of air-- Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world -- with kings, The powerful of the earth -- the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, -- the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods -- rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. -- Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings -- yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep -- the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest -- and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glides away, the sons of men-- The youth in life's fresh spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man-- Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn, shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. --William Cullen Bryant, "Thanatopsis" It always makes me feel better about death.
Death is painful sometimes, but necessary. I see it as the energy going back into the earth. As simple as your flesh becoming worm food, or great compost for vegetation. Particles you're made of go on to become parts of other living and nonliving things. Pretty cool to think that all the elements that my body is made of had to come from somewhere, and could have been a part of someone who lived in the medieval times, or a great waterfall, or a pocket of air from the crust of the earth.. In this way, I feel we are all connected.
Death is fascinating, I've no problems with dying although I'd like to thoroughly live my life. I'm quite comforted by thoughts of plants and things growing in my skull. I love dead things... Part of me regrets that with my death would come some sadness in people I'm close to but I know that's how things go. I only hope my death isn't slow! I've never had anyone very close to me die though, maybe after that my feelings will change. It does scare me a little to think about people I love no longer being around....But Death is a beautiful thing.
I’m not afraid of death but i don't really care if i die or not I’d prefer not to die but it's setting your spirit free
AmericanWanderer thnx for posting that-beautiful I feel indifferent more or less.. The only vain but strong part i feel bad about (and is deteremined to do everything i can to not let it happen..) is growing old.. Since i want to be in the entertainment business as a singer and model its my product basically.. And if i die before i get there, i just dont want that to happen, i wanna sleep in as many flowering feilds and swim in as many sparkling brooks as i can all over the world before i leave it. Though, i didnt really ever grow up knowing ppl to love me so i feel little to nothing when someone passes, nothing comes from me but maybe sum quiteness out of awkward atmosphere perhaps.. When i find someone i love and i lose them though i know it will be gutwrenching. I have hopes we go someplace productive or remain in the cycle of human, animal and plant constitution (like reincarnation or something..), and not just disappear or get disposed of. I have hopes Great question btw!
the reason i think people get so upset when someone dies is because they are uncertain of an after life. if people knew where they went when they die, no one would be afraid of death. but i can tell you this for certain. where ever we go when we die, it's a million times better than where we are now. this world that we are living in now is not our home. we aren't here forever. we are just spirits in a human outer casing waiting to be called back home. that's why you shouldn't stress so much over the bad things that happen in your life. life is the appetizer until you get to the main course. and getting hung up about every little bad thing that happens is like getting full off of the appetizer... -skyegazer420
death is inevitable no point fearing it its gonna happen no matter what you do once u accept that you will be able to start living your life cuz if you live life fearing death the whole time that is really no life at all.
Growing old does not scare me. Death scares the living fuck outta me like you would not believe. Death and all things pertaining to it=
