Mortality

@BlatantHonesty

I think that could be best to know first the answer from the person who is asking such a question 😉

For me it is being aware of the fact that our lives do not start with seeing a doctor or nurse, and do not end with seeing a coroner. That our body is just an earthly clothing to our self. And that our self might be just an illusion, to make our everyday just a bit simpler.

It's knowing that this world is only one part of something much bigger. Sometimes just a low-budget replacement of what is on the other side. But on the other hand, they don't have pistachio ice cream, coffee, chocolate, leaves so green, sky so blue, sunrises on the seaside, whispering mountain waters and hug of a loving person. So, let's do our best wherever we are.

Live. Love. Die. Repeat.

Actually, that's a strange question to be asked on Valentine's Day, when there is so much affirmation of earthly life and its pleasures 😆 

@BlatantHonesty

We all will need to face our own eventually. I honestly as i have gotten older i think of it less then i used to. 

@BlatantHonesty

do you want to do this forever?

You may call it some kind of mental health condition but when existing is challenged against not existing and the latter is more appealing, you are ok and at peace with mortality having an end. 

Even if balance the argument differently. Your body will eventually fail, independence slipping away. 

Way I see it it’s an end, that is certain. That said without expectations other than what you currently know ending leaving with a pure heart and good intentions, you have done all you can.

nothing last forever 

I’ve accepted it by this. I believe that there is a heaven, there is God and there is Jesus. I’ve seen many miracles in life. But the other thing is, sometimes it feels like you have no choice but to believe something. And I choose to believe.

@BlatantHonesty

I think it's a great question, and of course everyone has different beliefs here.

I remember thinking about mortality even as a little kid. I was fully aware that everything that gets born also has to die. It's just part of the cycle. Rather than fear it, just embrace it as part of life's journey. 

I also don't want to live forever. No way. Nope. Nope. And nope. I'm therefore quite convinced that, at some point, I will be ready to go. And when I decide I'm ready to embrace my mortality in its final stages, I hope that I just see death as an exit. When I'm ready to go, I'll be ready to go. Good bye. Let's see what actually happens when I get to that point!

What about you? What are your thoughts about mortality?

Belief in the hereafter to face accountability of deeds in this life. When your focus is on that, the lifespan becomes irrelevant.

@BlatantHonesty

As I age it is in my mindspace. I am 58 and my son Is in engineering at university. I want him to be settled and sorted in life. 

I have loved my 50s and made choices that made my life much fuller and more social. As I head into my 60s I do think I am trending to something different. 

I realize the years ahead are fewer than what is behind me. Health and function and family now are most important. 

@BlatantHonesty lots of loss. It's not even acceptance for me. I think death is it's own reward for dealing with life. Think about it....no pain. No sickness. No mental gymnastics. Etc.

@BlatantHonesty

blatant answer, because my future outweighs the risk of the unknown.  I’d choose the unknown but now I’ve a cognitive able kid and thoughts of him visiting my grave and hurt in my absence makes staying contractual. In the rational mind, maybe crazy to others.

so guess it’s life being so painful to experience that the alternative is better, utilisation of our mortality. I fear living more than mortality.

Whatever is next awaits us all. 

Question to you? What makes you u so fearful of mortality, if you are?

@BlatantHonesty I loved this question.  This made me pause and think. And my answer is -  I have faced my mortality, and in doing so, I have accepted it. Losing loved ones at a young age—when they were young too—taught me that death isn’t something that patiently waits for old age....it is ever present, woven into every breath we take. At first that thought was crushing. It felt unfair, arbitrary. There was a time I reached toward death, not out of recklessness, but in search of understanding of solace ? I don't know. May be even a rebellion, like I choose my death. But death isn’t warm to those who seek it—learnt that the hard way.  With time, I came to see that mortality is neither a curse nor a gift to be claimed before its time. It simply is. A truth as natural as the wind, the tide, the turning of the seasons. And in that.... there is a strange kind of peace—not in defying it, not in chasing it, but in living fully within its presence. It’s funny really. We spend so much time fearing death or denying it or trying to overpower or claim it , but in the end, death has the patience to wait. It doesn’t chase. It doesn’t knock twice. It arrives when it will, no sooner, no later. And so, I live—not as a way to bargain with my mortality, not to rebel against it, but because if I’m already here, I might as well stay a while at least without worrying about my mortality. (ooh that was an essay, but I wanted to do justice to the question)