I think since having become divorced from religion (at least with Christianity, I still find Dharmic spirituality interesting, but I still don’t believe in the supernatural), the idea of death has become a bit more difficult for me.
I tell myself that I am okay with dying, since it’s inevitable, and out of my control, but I think deep down, when I really think about the end of my existence, there is some deep terror there, perhaps related to the fear of the unknown. I can think of all kinds of fantastic quotes about death and finding peace with it, but when I think about what it will feel like to die, it instills great terror within me.
It’s not even a fear of the pain or anything. Just a fear of what may or may not be next. I think part of it too is some sort of fear of missing out. A fear of not getting to see the great things that are to come in this world. A fear of not having the time to learn the innumerable interesting things that there are to learn. So much to learn, and so little time. I think it also has to do with the thought of being forever separated from my loved ones. From my partner. From the person who I share my life with and have created my life with. Imagining being separated from her for an eternity, it brings me to tears.
Interestingly, this is a fear I’ve always had, ever since I was a child. I remember being 4 or 5 years old and asking my dad what happens after death, what death feels like, where my friends will go after death, and remember him becoming almost frustrated with my questioning, because these are obviously answers he doesn’t have and are honestly fairly strange thoughts for a child so young to be pondering.
For some reason, death has always been something on my mind since I was a child, and a very emotional thought at that. I think my brief stint of being religious from early childhood into mid-teen years was an emotional ‘band-aid’ of sorts, but since I’ve come to the conclusion that I truly don’t know what death will feel like or what will happen after death, these thoughts have again started racing through my head, giving me moderate emotional discomfort.
Have any of yourselves come to term with death? How have you managed to find peace with it besides “just don’t think about it”?
I have had periods of time where I thought I had come to terms with death, but recently and often I find myself horrified of the concept that I have already died because it is inevitable. I have had periods of time where I came to an understanding of how temporary and fleeting everything is but when I fall in love with the world again I find my fear of death along with it.
I have lost comrades in violent and upsetting ways, sometimes self-inflicted. I have seen death firsthand so many times and I do not feel any better about it. Where I find the strength to go on I also find the fear of having to give up. I do not think I will come to terms with death and I think I will have to live around it.
As for how you can come to terms with death, I’ve been told the solution is to tie up loose ends. I don’t know how this solution can help someone who doesn’t want to leave.
I have a similar thought sometimes but it’s the opposite of horrifying. If anything, it makes me feel like I could achieve anything. What could possibly hold me back if it’s all already written? (I don’t want to give the impression that in trying to live as some kind of superhero—I’m talking very much within the realms of living a rather ordinary life.)