I was a funeral director. I talked to a lot of people about death and I can’t recall a single old person who wasn’t alright with dying.
The way some have explained it to me was basically the novelty of life was gone. When you’re young, everything you do is new. You experience things for the first time daily. As you get older, new experiences are far and few in between. Every day becomes a copy of the day before. Weeks pass where it seems nothing has happened, but its only that nothing new has happened. Old people eventually just get bored. Combine that with chronic pain, being unable to do basic things on your own anymore, and all your friends dying before you, and the idea of not waking up tomorrow doesn’t seem that bad.
This. We all love life. It’s a gift we didn’t ask for that we should cherish and make better for the next generations. But it isn’t all positive moments. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad. Slowly chipping, away exhausting your mind as your body breaks down in new ways you didn’t think of or know possible.
You don’t give up the fight because your alive and it’s against human nature. But removed we are tired. A long nap seems peaceful. I wasn’t incovenienced before I was born life keeps churning. I’m thinking it’ll be the same after I’m gone. It’s not from a place of insignificance. Rather you relish the good and positive you’ve done in life. You come to terms with it.
I was a funeral director. I talked to a lot of people about death and I can’t recall a single old person who wasn’t alright with dying.
The way some have explained it to me was basically the novelty of life was gone. When you’re young, everything you do is new. You experience things for the first time daily. As you get older, new experiences are far and few in between. Every day becomes a copy of the day before. Weeks pass where it seems nothing has happened, but its only that nothing new has happened. Old people eventually just get bored. Combine that with chronic pain, being unable to do basic things on your own anymore, and all your friends dying before you, and the idea of not waking up tomorrow doesn’t seem that bad.
This. We all love life. It’s a gift we didn’t ask for that we should cherish and make better for the next generations. But it isn’t all positive moments. Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad. Slowly chipping, away exhausting your mind as your body breaks down in new ways you didn’t think of or know possible.
You don’t give up the fight because your alive and it’s against human nature. But removed we are tired. A long nap seems peaceful. I wasn’t incovenienced before I was born life keeps churning. I’m thinking it’ll be the same after I’m gone. It’s not from a place of insignificance. Rather you relish the good and positive you’ve done in life. You come to terms with it.