“I don’t believe in an afterlife, so I don’t have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.” – Isaac Asimov.
I usually have no concerns about death, I don’t believe in afterlife. Things just end, and I’m perfectly fine with that. I figure being dead feels like I felt before I was born = nothing.
I don’t think it’s sad… yes I would like to live enough to experience everything I want to!… But I am who I am, a pretty nice (and pretty) biological machine, with a complex brain organ that processes external and even internal information in such a way that allows me to do things like writing this entry and having an opinion about death.
Then the machine, being biological and such, and because living forever is not a requirement for my genes to pass onto the next generation, my cells will function less and less with the passing time, and then *bang*. Or… my cells are perfectly fine and then… *bang* A bus hits me and my cells go nuts. And then my compounds decompose into simpler substances that can be recycled and used for some new organism someday, something that will not be me. The compounds that are part of me are not mine, they have existed for as long as you can imagine… I guess I just borrowed them for my brief life, played around with them, and then they go back and are lent to something else… like a tree or something. It has been like that since life started. It’s kinda nice.
Everynow and then, when I’m not so focused on “the big picture”, but instead immersed in my own life and plans and such, especially when I see a pretty promising future… I have great plans! And thigns are working just fine!
I don’t want to die… I’m terrified! What if I die before I get to do all what I want to do!
The fear is ocassional, strong, but mostly, irrelevant. If I died just now, I wouldn’t know I missed all the things I had planned. I would just… not be anymore.
No matter how afraid I can get, that doesn’t mean I want an afterlife. It has no appeal to me even in the hypothetical case it were true. I don’t want to live forever, much less afterliving forever. I just want to do everything I want to do… it’s only one life I have. To seize the life and screw up as many times as possible, and all that crap.
But I guess being afraid of dying soon is much better than wanting to die soon. It means life is good.