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They retired shortly after the missed appointment, and I'll never be able to ask them. I've been wondering about what their reasons are everyday since.

Context is they're very old, love going out to the middle of nowhere and laying down to feel vibrations in the ground. They're only afraid of their death hurting people around them, so if they're not dying fighting for social justice, they'll live out their life to their oldest age.

If you also aren't afraid to die, could you please explain to me how? I want answers even if it's from other people.

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[–] StillNoLeftLeft@hexbear.net 1 points 6 days ago

I no longer am, but had a terrible time at a very (too) young age where I constantly was, because I had this deep existential experience where I very deeply understood death and the finality of it. But even then I was mostly afraid of my parents dying, especially my dad.

And in hindsight I've realized a lot of that fear was explained by the profound unsafety of my childhood and the way too high responsibility I was under, taking care of younger siblings, trying to make sure everyone was ok. My parents had problems, there was alcohol involved etc.

As I got older myself and had a kid of my own, I started to mostly fear if I die and leave them too soon, which would be so hard for them. Over time older relatives died and I got closer and closer to the finish line myself. Then I got what I assume was covid and had a months long aftermath of profound anxiety, heart issues and a fear of never waking up in the morning every night. So I had to eventually resign to the fact that it is indeed out of my hands.

I don't do any sort of faith, my view is that life ends when it ends and it is over. I find that somehow soothing. But I still think it's tragic that all that a person ever was and all they learnt just is kind of gone one day. It feels like a waste. I think it's sad and I mourn this, but don't fear it anymore.

And people do live on in other people, their skills included. So we are all a part of this great continuum of human society. My cooking comes from my grandmother who is long gone, but she is with me everytime I cook.

The only thing about death that scares me now is the possible suffering or pain. The only worry I have is for others, those left behind. But I know I won't know I am dead, so it doesn't matter. I could go to sleep tonight and never wake up and not know it, because I am gone. It genuinely doesn't matter. It is like falling asleep, I view going to sleep like a small death rehearsal every time, because you let go of your consciousness. Being put under for surgery is a similar leap, but so is every moment we get. People slip in their bathrooms and die, you never know.

I very much love life and hope it goes on as long as possible, I have so much yet to do. But I can't control it. So I am just going to focus on living.