I'd like to start a conversation about mortality. I've been thinking a lot about my own lately for no particular reason I can discern. The feeling that comes upon me when I think of eventually no longer existing is one of absolute dread. It's not paralyzing but I have to actively push it out of my thoughts. I wonder, not jokingly, if this is the beginning of a "midlife crisis".
@hallmarc Well, you're not going to feel dread, or any other distress after you're dead.
I hope you find a way not to mess up the days you have left to live by dreading that which comes to everyone.
Easier said, than done, I know.
Does something stand out, in how this feelings comes to you, or does it seem attached to any images or ideas that distress you?
@CoyoteConscious that's not the distress or dread that bothers me of course...
@CoyoteConscious it pops up repeatedly during the day... I look around and just think that none of it matters. I will die, my children will die, whatever I've done will die, my name will die, humanity will die, the universe will die. We are the lucky ones who have existed, out of the trillions upon trillions of possible human lives. But we also bear the burden of knowing that it's fleeting and no matter how we try, we cannot change anything.
@hallmarc Well, I meant "is it just nebulous dread of not existing" or do you have specific things that pop up attached to the dread.
I mean, just dread is reasonable. It's death!