Is mortality cruel?

Rubyfruit

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To be honest with you, I never gave it much thought before I had children. My own death, that is.

Now, I think about it, sometimes a lot. The whole cycle of human life. All of the generations that came before me. The ones coming up after me. How so much is forgotten. So many lives gone. Not just their life, but any memories of that life as well.

Life is so amazing. So full of love, happiness, heartache, achievement, disappointment, tears, laughter, children, parents, brothers and sisters.

I have no grandparents left. My parents are in their 60s.

I don't know. I'm just musing. Sometimes it just seems so cruel though. How it has to end.
 
I believe the limited duration of life is what makes it so amazing. We'd take things for granted if there would always be a tomorrow.
 
Life

Life is amazing but you have to experience the sadness and heartache to appreciate the good times and happiness.Live for today.Always consider others feelings .Spread a little love and it's sure to come right back to you.We all have to die.We don't know when or how but worrying about it can only cause you unhappiness.Be happy.


btw I love your av



Wendy
 
Mischka, you are, of course, right.

Thank you Wendy. I'm not sure I like this picture all that much, but I'll work with it for a while. ;)

I do enjoy life to the fullest. I believe I always have. I am fairly fearless in my pursuit of happiness.
 
i think about mortality a lot

i don't know if it's unfair, but it sure is damned frustrating

i like to watch those shows on discovery and the history channel and i do think about all those lives in the past...kings and peasants of ages ago...most lost utterly to dust

in a few thousand years, that'll be us
 
Morality.......It is natural evolution of life, sometimes it appears before life has really begun.....that is when it is cruel....:(
 
sigh said:
i think about mortality a lot

i don't know if it's unfair, but it sure is damned frustrating

Amen, sista.

I hate death. Hate it hate it hate it. I don't ever ever ever want to die. Ever. It's unfair, damnit. *stomps her feet*
 
Rubyfruit said:
Mischka, you are, of course, right.

Thank you Wendy. I'm not sure I like this picture all that much, but I'll work with it for a while. ;)

I do enjoy life to the fullest. I believe I always have. I am fairly fearless in my pursuit of happiness.


I think the av is so erotic.


Was it Woody Allen who said" I don't mind dying I just don't want to be ther when it happens"


Wendy
 
Ruby thats why I believe in past lives.. I believe if we didn't get it right the first time we always have another chance to make our life right in the next on:rose:
 
sigh nailed it on my feelings with this thread.

I don't fear death. Not at all.

I fear dying before my children grow up, but I don't fear my own death.

It's the sadness of lives lost that bothers me. Their stories. It all seems to get lost so quickly. I inherited photos from my grandmother when she died. They date back to the turn of the century or before, but I don't know their stories. I don't even know their names.

I guess that's why I enjoy scrapbooking and preserving my children's heritage so much. I try to document as much as I can. Who is who. How old they were when the photo was taken. Not just my kids' pictures, but everybody else as well.
 
The evil that men post lives after them

It is unfortunate that before we can take on a role in life, a previous generation, of our families, or just people, must give that role up, moving on to the later stages of life and then ultimately out of it. The birth of my sister's child is a joyous event, but also evokes and completes her mother's transition from the role of Mother to Grandmother, and her Grandmother's transition from Gramma to corpse. Any understanding of this at all, like a shred of bone poking out from under the smiling face of life, reveals all in its terrible, bitter finality.

It is interesting to speculate whether we are truly as anonymously and mortally dust-in-waiting as all those lost generations depicted on the Discovery Channel. Half of the growth of our culture for the past 100 years has been focused on the development and preservation of information (and the other half has largely been focused on mobility), to the degree that we can now spend at least as much time documenting our lives as we do living them. While all the magnetic media we possess now is going to degauss someday, it still seems possible that the nature and meaning of our lives will be available to people living more than a thousand years from now. And if that is so, our lives may never become mute and mysterious like all those lucky Hittites and Sea Peoples who teemed and span in the dumb seclusion of the distant past.
 
Re: The evil that men post lives after them

Joe Adcock said:
It is unfortunate that before we can take on a role in life, a previous generation, of our families, or just people, must give that role up, moving on to the later stages of life and then ultimately out of it. The birth of my sister's child is a joyous event, but also evokes and completes her mother's transition from the role of Mother to Grandmother, and her Grandmother's transition from Gramma to corpse. Any understanding of this at all, like a shred of bone poking out from under the smiling face of life, reveals all in its terrible, bitter finality.

It is interesting to speculate whether we are truly as anonymously and mortally dust-in-waiting as all those lost generations depicted on the Discovery Channel. Half of the growth of our culture for the past 100 years has been focused on the development and preservation of information (and the other half has largely been focused on mobility), to the degree that we can now spend at least as much time documenting our lives as we do living them. While all the magnetic media we possess now is going to degauss someday, it still seems possible that the nature and meaning of our lives will be available to people living more than a thousand years from now. And if that is so, our lives may never become mute and mysterious like all those lucky Hittites and Sea Peoples who teemed and span in the dumb seclusion of the distant past.

Damn. Wow. I'm not even going to try to follow that, so let me just say;
What he said.
*shakes head and walks away*

Blaze
 
it is the simple fear that

:p
 
I just don't like the idea of not existing. Not feeling. Not thinking. Not experiencing. That bothers me. I'd rather live and be sad & in pain than not exist and not have the option of feeling.
 
Is mortality cruel?

Perhaps. It depends on the circumstances. Is the person in pain? Then passing is a blessing.

For me? I am unafraid of dying. As long as my kids have grown up. Not to be left to be parented by their biological father who would drag them up not bring them up with love, guidance, good morals, an education and understanding.

It also helps that I believe in reincarnation.
 
Everything in nature is a cycle with no true beginning and no true end. We just take a turn at life when we are blessed with it. I do not know what I was before I was born, nor do I know what will happen afterwards. That is not a question worth asking. What matters is how you live your life right now, today, and enjoy every moment of it. You can't take anything with you when you leave your body except perhaps the knowledge that you lived a good life and that's all anyone can ever try to do.
 
baaaaah!

everything fades given enough time. love. friendship. trust. eventualy it groes cold, and dies, no matter how much we would like to keep it.

you are lucky. it's your own microscopically short lifespans that allows you to think that this love will never fade, that this friendship will last forever. would you really be so willing to commit to a relationship that you know will end durring both your lifetimes? would your passion, your love burn as hot if you knew that eventually you'll leave each other?

my friends, your short lifespans, your mortality is possibly the greatest gift the universe has given you.
 
Re: it is the simple fear that

Siren said:
when we die

we will eventually be forgotten

as if we never lived at all.

that is why people want to go down in history,
to be remembered.

cuz you never really die
if you are remembered.

It's not just wanting to go down in history. It matters not that you are remembered by thousands, millions even.

It's enough to know that one person will remember you and care that you were here.

Your sig line is also particularly apposite.
 
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