I just find these thoughts interesting.
Except for death, we are immortal. As when we were young, we do not believe in despair; we do not worry where our next meal where come from, or if the place where we live will still be safe tomorrow. We toy with hypotheticals, yes, but our reality is stable and assured. The difficulties we face pale in the face of those that are truly vulnerable.
This is why death hurts so much. Because if we can fix everything about our lives, we cannot fix that they are inevitably ended. It hurts for everyone to lose a loved one, true, but we make it so unbearably impossible to celebrate death, as a concept, that we can accept it as a part of life only because it hurts too much not to. If at all we could, we would banish it altogether, live forever and close our eyes that any other method might exist.
Are we controlled by our base instincts? For all our civilization, has our self-preservation driven us so far that we cannot accept, embrace, and even rejoice the very fundamental rules that govern our existences?
For some of us, at least, the answer is yes. I wonder, though; is it better to rise above that fear of death, or is that too far to tread?
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