Not trying to be morbid, but I'm curious if anyone has been feeling their mortality lately.

Same here. I fear living long enough to be unable to care for myself. I'm ready for death.

Because I was recently diagnosed with an incurable lung disease, I had a huge spike in my thoughts about death, and I had all kinds of thoughts. That spike lasted about five days, and then I balanced out.

But death has never been something that scared me, in fact, I'm thinking it's going to be a great adventure....heh, there are so many unknowns about it, despite all the differing info garnered about what happens after we pass, so it's still in essence an unknown.

The unknown factor inspires me to be the best I can be day in and day out....

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Thanks for sharing that! I'm glad I'm not alone, but it's kind of scary that other people are feeling that.

I'm 50, so I pretty much feel like I've "had my go" and everything past here is borrowed or extra time. I mean, it's still way too young to die, or retire, for that matter, LOL Which is why I'm trying to get back into the workforce.

I will fight it out as long as they let me. But yeah, there is something looming that I've never sensed before this last year.

Strangely, I feel things are going to get bad. However, I am suppose to be here even if people close to me pass away and my own life is threatened regularly. And, I hope I am wrong.

I feel like I have to stay to be a voice of reason and delight. I have no special power to do anything else but. I think we are going to need people with a Pollyanna attitude to help with what is going to take place.

Sort of like who the Grinch Stole Christmas. The Who's still came out Christmas morning and sang like they always did.

I've got stage 3 cancer, so it's always on my mind

Millenials won't give a F to be our caregivers when we are old.

This is my nightmare! I'm perfectly fine at 50 and my 77 year old mom is like a work horse! But...I'm not married and don't have any kids, so if I live a long time (which I kind of doubt will happen) but if I do...I'm terrified to be at the hands of the young people in 30 years from now....I just can't imagine it. I think I'll jump off a cliff before that happens, LOL

But you have to make sure it's a high enough drop. There's nothing worse than a botched suicide, LOL

They told my brother he had six months to live (he had advanced throat cancer).

He totally beat it with treatment!

Good luck to you.

Yes. It will be two weeks ago tomorrow that my mother passed, so it's been on my mind a lot.

i think about my mortality every day since i was concious..

do i seek it?....no

who doesn't think about their own mortality every day?

Young people typically don't think about it. I think you're a GenX guy, so not that young anymore.

It seems like as people get older, they think about it more.

God bless! I'll pray for you.

That's why I avoid doctors. They define a situation into a named entity. They use statistics to argue for your end.

In the real world, people live until they die, or at least, they have the ability to. Medical intervention may either aid or damage their future. I pay attention and read the literature, but I won't ruin my life by medical intervention unless there's a really clear and defined benefit that exceeds the costs and pain.

I'd rather trust God than any physician.

Good luck with your life. We're all terminal, and the when and how is generally beyond our knowing. I'd avoid cutting life short, but would avoid the medical establishment. Living beyond your time beyond your control can be as bad as dying early.

I had a nightmare years ago that felt so weird. Many people with super high debt that could never be paid back were sentence and executed by the government.

Most healthy elderly were excused as being a victim of the system. All their savings were mostly wiped out. Anyone younger and over 18 had to stand trial. They had to explain their debt and decadents.

Elderly and those with low debt got to keep their homes. Many of the elderly had to take care of grandkids while parents went out to work off the debt or maintain making a living. t

Your value and attitude were assessed. It did not matter who your were before the economic crash, your income was based on what skills you could contribute now. So you needed real skills to be free and comfortable.

Other than that there were work camps in which you could go home at the end of the day to your extended family home. If you were very lucky and debt little you got to keep your home

Then there were concentration camps for those in debt handed down to them. The they had various sentences and had to work their way up to be able to leave the camp to visit home. They in huge open where houses. They stayed in partitioned cage like dwellings similar to the size of a jail cell or like you would see at a swap meet. Bathrooms and cafeteria at the other end of the building. Personal items kept in lockers. Some lived in cages only temporarily, while others have long sentences for may years. They were separated by how long your were sentenced to serve.

My spouse and I were lucky. We only got like 7/8 months. My home with everything in it was being rented out by the government. I would get it back in one year. My kids stayed with my in-laws and we were going to have to live with them too for a little while. But, if we could not find jobs after getting out to pay our bills we where going to have to stay at my in-laws and continue to rent out our home or go back to the concentration camp. It was a strict policy but we where alive. I wondered constantly how we were ever going to be able to afford to fix up our house it the tenant trashed it. Luckily the home continued to look like it was being kept. Unfortunately property could not be handed down generationally after you died. So

Your kids had a chance to buy a deed and rent your home or a home with help you saved up for them, but not the actual property. Almost nobody had enough wealth for any one child to inherit anything at all as far as a home goes. But it was a move up to the middle class and a little easier life if your kids had a home of their own.

Other than that if your grown child didn't have a home, they were subject to debt that would lead to work camps and death. It was an awful dream but seemed so real. I hope it stays a dream.

Yes, I'll be 57 next month.

Dad was diagnosed with cancer at 57.


He was given six months but fought it for about a year and a half.


Died twenty years ago come August.



His father didn't live all that much longer.



Dead at 62, I think. He died when I was fifteen. 1980.


Never knew my great-grandfather. He died in his thirties in the depression.

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You know, I kind of feel the same way.

First, I want to tell you that my brother was given six months to live then his cancer completely disappeared.

Next, I want to tell you that if you do lose your avatar (physical body), it's probably not the "end of the world", LOL

We all "die", we all lose our avatars at some point. The lucky ones will have notice and know how to prepare. And then, I think we go on to, like you said, a new adventure.

The secret is....you're not ALLOWED to die. As in, for real die. And that should scare everyone LOL

It's because we all know a major purge is coming, and it's getting closer everyday.

Been feeling it my entire life.
That's just crippling depression though.

Sure seems like something's got to give...

Have a friend who had a month to live with a incurable cancer, a year and a half later he’s better than ever. Have another friend who had intestinal cancer, they gave her months to live. She completely walked away from all medical treatment and excepted this as her fate... that was about 10 years ago, she’s still alive and kicking.

THIS!

I was a trucker, driven countless miles and did all kinds of sketchy stuff, now I’m petrified of driving. I feel as if I don’t drive I’m delaying my death, this started about 2 years ago and I really don’t know why or what caused it.

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