Are you scared of growing old and then dying? Life goes so quick, one minute you are in your teens the next your an old codger. Then you don't know what's going to happen after death, maybe an eternity of nothingness?

Are you scared of growing old and then dying? Life goes so quick, one minute you are in your teens the next your an old codger. Then you don't know what's going to happen after death, maybe an eternity of nothingness?
No because it has to happen sometime :S. I'd rather it happen when i'm old anyway because the chances are i'd just die in my bed with old age, which is the best way to die.
You'd have to be stupid, imo, to spend your whole life worrying about how you don't want to die or that you're scared of dying because you're getting older... You'd never live properly or be free.
I used to often think about this... what happens after death? Is there a heaven, or is there just nothing? None of us know.
About being scared of dying, no... nothing to be scared of really... only the process of dying could be scary, say if you were tortured or something. But other than that, no, I welcome death with open arms.
That sounds like I hate life haha.
Nope, in a way I'm sort of looking forward to it (not that im suicidal or some sort of sadist), just to find out the answer to what happens after death. Also I'm gonna come back as a ghost
, so I can bother people when I die.
i'd only fear death if i thought my life was incomplete.
i don't want to die old, i want to die with friends around me, as dying lonely is the only thing i'd be afraid of.
I'm not scared I just find it difficult to understand that you live your life and thats it... man has been around for 1000's of years and out of chance I was born to live in this time and the world will then carry on as if I never existed after I'm gone. I don't know why I just feel like there has to be more to it than that.
I’ll be a story in your head, but that’s okay, because we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I always meant to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand-new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would had…Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond and the days that never came.
Depends. You can die at any minute and won't know.. Everyone has to die sometime so it doesn't shock me.
I'm scard of growing old but not dying, also whats after and all that
I'm not scared of death but I am scared of how I am going to die. I don't want it to be painful and I'd like it to be dignified.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini
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