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.
Over the last 13 years or so my entire family have died of everything from cancer to suicide. I’m the youngest, and I’m at the front of the line. Life is short, don’t waste time.
My sister was with my mom when she passed. Mom was 76 years of age and my sister told us all that mom’s last words were just a realization and surprise at realizing just how quickly life goes by. It’s made me think about my life ever since … death is no closer or further to us than this very moment. Everything happens in a moment and it is over.
You are right … live life now, there is no time to waste.
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.
