I’m not afraid of death. In a way, Epicurus was right: when death comes, you’re no longer here, so what is there to fear?
No, it’s not about fear. I hate death; I feel a deep revulsion and rage toward it.
I’m not afraid to die. I feel no fear when I imagine my own death. But I don’t want to let this burp of evolution called aging continue to take my loved ones and animals away from me. At least not until they themselves (speaking of people, of course) want to leave. If they ever want to.
But, of course, at the same time, I would like to live for thousands of years, or even live forever. Not because I’m afraid of dying. Because life is interesting, multifaceted, and full of surprises. And if I can spend that time with those I love—if aging and death are conquered—there is no doubt that I will always choose life.
A love of life may be a reason to fight against aging. But personally, I think that a fear of death is a much stronger motivator.
Which is strange, because these seem equivalent. Yet we fear death, but we don’t have a strong wish to live forever.
I’m not afraid of death. In a way, Epicurus was right: when death comes, you’re no longer here, so what is there to fear?
No, it’s not about fear. I hate death; I feel a deep revulsion and rage toward it.
I’m not afraid to die. I feel no fear when I imagine my own death. But I don’t want to let this burp of evolution called aging continue to take my loved ones and animals away from me. At least not until they themselves (speaking of people, of course) want to leave. If they ever want to.
But, of course, at the same time, I would like to live for thousands of years, or even live forever. Not because I’m afraid of dying. Because life is interesting, multifaceted, and full of surprises. And if I can spend that time with those I love—if aging and death are conquered—there is no doubt that I will always choose life.
A love of life may be a reason to fight against aging. But personally, I think that a fear of death is a much stronger motivator.