I just lost two close relatives who were also friends today. We grew up as kids and they were about a year or two older than me. I’ve always been aware of death and accept it but when stuff like this happens, it’s a really strong reminder of how we’re all moving along in the line towards the end.
Every day, every second. You’re always moving closer to the exit. It’s a scary thought, so most prefer not to think about it.
It inspires one to investigate religion, psychedelics and meditation. They say it sheds light on the subject.
I used to be scared of death until I got tired of life. I wouldn’t want to kill myself, but when I do die, I’ll be glad the suffering is over.
Not to sound edgy, but other than suffering in the process of dying, I’m pretty cool with my upcoming death
I really appreciate this new-to-me quote ascribed to Frida Kahlo: I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return
No deaths of close relatives basically forever then suddenly 3 close ones dead inside 2 years (in the vicinity of the recent calamity) (all for causes apparently unrelated to covid, if you’re wondering, for whatever such statements are worth). Life has become sciencefictiony.
