Facing Death

Death is one of those things we each react differently to. At least our own death is, in all respects we react differently to the thought of it, when it actually happens every one of us dies, same as what everyone else does. Facing death can bring about all kinds of feelings, feelings of adrenaline, the thrill of staying alive, and the all out knowledge that you are alive, and mortal, that you can and will die, but not yet. At least that’s what it’s like when we go chasing it, in car chases, or thrill seeking bungy jumps. But when we go looking for it, with the hope that it will end all the bad things in our life, all our troubles temporary or permanent, in reality or in our own perception, it feels different. What seems to be more shocking is when we see those closest to us seeking this escape. Their lives often seem so much more important to us than our own do. And facing their death seems so much more difficult, after all, at the event of our own, we will be dead.