Originally Posted by
Mystycal
I never used to be scared of death, I always reasoned through it with philosophy and decided I shouldn't be afraid of it. But then a couple of years passed, now I'm eighteen, my sex drive has stepped into high gear, and I got a girlfriend whom I love.
And now I don't want to die to the point where if I think about death, I panic and have to calm myself down. Everytime my nan says something like, "In ten years time when I'm no longer here..." I just stare at her terrified. And I think I'm such a wuss for thinking these things, because everyone else doesn't seem to care about death. For elderly people, literally every day could be their last...which is true for everyone, but I don't know how it doesn't scare them. Like one of my 'uncles' recently died in his sleep. And he was the most well-conserved, healthy elderly person I know. He was about 80 years old or even a few years older, but walked comfortably, never smoked, and looked as if he were in his sixties, at the most.
That just made me realize how fragile human life is. And now I'm just scared. What if this decade, year, week, day is my last? There are so many things still left to do. So many things, that I don't believe I'll ever be able to experience my fill even if I live to a hundred.
So yeah, my 2 cents: I am petrified of death. :)