Originally Posted by
Evolution
I've been contemplating death since I was a young boy. So many people don't seem to and don't want to talk about it, which is a shame. No one wakes up thinking today is my last day, unless they are committing suicide or are actually in their death bed, but for most it comes as a shock. It is that moment when you realize you are dying that gives me anxiety, to be conscious of the fact, and for it to be completely unexpected. One fear is that I am driving home from work, get into an fatal accident, while realizing that I likely only have moments left to live. I won't be able to see my kids again and all will be gone. The fear is pointless though, but it is hardwired into us for survival.
“Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.”
― Epicurus