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M*W: Thank you for this thought-provoking thread.
To me, death is relative. It seems that the minute we are born, we start to die. If life was supposed to be so darn fair, why are we born to die?
I say "relative," because I was talking with a dear old friend today who is morbidly obese, with a totally sedentary lifestyle, and a very long history of serious life-threatening health problems (too many to list). I noticed in our conversation, not by what she said, but from what she didn't say. She had an excuse for everything, why her health was poor, how she couldn't get up to do anything, in fact, she's been semi-bed ridden for three years now! I got onto her because she's not making any effort to improve her life or her health! I've offered to take her out for some minimal exercise, but she has refused me all these years.
Well, this topic is about death, and as I said, death is relative. My friend is not alive even if she is still breathing. She has no will to get better, and I think she is doing everything she can to speed-up her demise, or at least that's what it looks like to the people who know her.
At what point can one determine when death really occurs? Yeah, it occurs when we flatline, but death is not the be all, end all of life. Death is final in itself, but death begins sometime before that finality comes. I guess the process of dying is different for each of us. It's a process that's been going on since our birth. Why is it that some people want to hurry their journey to non-existence?
I listened intently to her every word as I told her frankly that it seems she is killing herself. Her answer to me was, "I'm not afraid to die." At that moment, I realized that I, too, am not afraid to die, but that's not the problem. The problem is that some people are too afraid to live.