Not all obstacles can be overcome. Not all ailments can be cured. Not all traumas can be healed. Sometimes, death is the most merciful option.
Daniel Thor: A Place for My Weird Theories on Life
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Some quotes from the Netflix documentary series "Surviving Death":
I'm frequently challenged by people who say "okay, he has had a cardiac arrest. There's a little bit of brain which is working, which you guys all have missed." But this says to me that they don't really understand what conciousness is. You cannot maintain consciousness unless you have a highly-organized brain. Believe you me, when the brain loses its oxygen, it doesn't organize itself. When the heart stops; in 20 seconds or so you're flatlining, which means no brain activity. And yet people have near death experiences when they've been flatlined longer than that.
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The assumption is that when your brain dies, your mind perishes also. That is so deeply believed that scientists fail to understand that it is, in the end, an assumption only. There's no reason why aspects of the mind shouldn't survive the death of the brain
I'm frequently challenged by people who say "okay, he has had a cardiac arrest. There's a little bit of brain which is working, which you guys all have missed." But this says to me that they don't really understand what conciousness is. You cannot maintain consciousness unless you have a highly-organized brain. Believe you me, when the brain loses its oxygen, it doesn't organize itself. When the heart stops; in 20 seconds or so you're flatlining, which means no brain activity. And yet people have near death experiences when they've been flatlined longer than that.
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The assumption is that when your brain dies, your mind perishes also. That is so deeply believed that scientists fail to understand that it is, in the end, an assumption only. There's no reason why aspects of the mind shouldn't survive the death of the brain
"Try and imagine what it would be like to go to sleep and never wake up
Now answer this: what was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That's when you were born.
You see, you can't have an experience of nothing. Nature abhors a vacuum. So after you're dead, the only thing that can happen is the same experience, or the same sort of experience as when you were born. In other words, we all know very well that after other people die, other people are born. And they're all you, but you can only experience them one at a time."
Now answer this: what was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That's when you were born.
You see, you can't have an experience of nothing. Nature abhors a vacuum. So after you're dead, the only thing that can happen is the same experience, or the same sort of experience as when you were born. In other words, we all know very well that after other people die, other people are born. And they're all you, but you can only experience them one at a time."
I think Alan Watts is right. The reason why we have no recollection of what it was like before we were born is because we literally were somebody else. Taking into consideration of just how truly magical and miraculous this place is already, is it really so hard to think that reincarnation could be true?
And when you think about how random it was that this "I" that you call yourself came to be, who says that can't happen again? It would just be weird if it didn't.
My mind thinks I exist as some separate entity, not of the universe, but in the universe.
In reality; this "I" that my mind thinks it is, is actually not only a part, but is the actual universe itself. The universe has incarnated as me, just like it has with endless of others. When my mind dies the universe does not. That is when you realize that you were the universe all along, and that you can't die.
The universe will then simply incarnate as something new and make another "I" with a mind that thinks it's it. That's you coming alive again.
God, it's so simple.
In reality; this "I" that my mind thinks it is, is actually not only a part, but is the actual universe itself. The universe has incarnated as me, just like it has with endless of others. When my mind dies the universe does not. That is when you realize that you were the universe all along, and that you can't die.
The universe will then simply incarnate as something new and make another "I" with a mind that thinks it's it. That's you coming alive again.
God, it's so simple.
Neil deGrasse Tyson says he doesn't fear death, but that he fears a life where he could have accomplished more.
If that isn't the most perfect reason to kill myself, I don't know what is.
If that isn't the most perfect reason to kill myself, I don't know what is.
It is not a pity for the dead that he is dead; If it is a pity for anyone, it is a pity for the living. They are the ones who have to live with the dead. The dead doesn't live with the dead. The dead is dead. The dead doesn't even know that he is dead.
Death for him has ceased to be a fact. In that sense, he has not lost anything by dying. He has not lost his life. What he has lost is his death.
Death for him has ceased to be a fact. In that sense, he has not lost anything by dying. He has not lost his life. What he has lost is his death.
LilCC
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I think death is only really scary when you know you are close to dying, after you are dead you really don't know you are even dead. It's only the living that suffer.
Ken219
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If I live, I will accomplish more! If I kill myself, I will have killed my future accomplishments.
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My brother-in-law is a medium. He's also a very normal high functioning engineer, father of 5, with a good sense of humor. I offer that because I feel when you tell somebody that someone is a medium they think they're a crackpot. Trust me, he is not.
That said, my brother died 14 years ago. My brother-in-law had only met him once at my wedding. Neither he nor my sister-in-law (my husband's sister) knew much about my brother. My brother-in-law was able to communicate with him and others in the spirit world including my deceased in-laws. Relative to my brother, he told me so many things that there is no way he could ever have known. Things only I would know. My husband, who at the time was a bit of a skeptic, was absolutely converted to a believer after that. My brother-in-law has since gone on to do many a reading for me communicating with family members who have passed on. People he doesn't know, and sharing details that only I would know. I truly believe that we live on in spirit after our body dies. From what I've learned, generally speaking, everyone I know who has passed on is doing just fine on the other side. I'm not offering that as an endorsement of suicide by any stretch. I am just saying that my experience has been that people live on just in another way. And in a way that highly suggests a level of consciousness.
LilCC
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Shit I'm trying too brother :/
"If these were the last beats of my heart, I would dance to them"
My case for suicide for a chronically ill person who has no prospect of recovery:
The patient has heard the professionals use the fact that he can not die of his disease as an argument for not worrying.
The patient tells these professionals that he will die of his disease,
If the disease drives him to suicide.
He tells them that what worries him the most about his disease is the fact that he cannot die from it.
The patient has been plagued by life-limiting diseases since childhood, diseases that he has been able to live with, but also diseases that are too hard for him to live with.
None of these diseases have managed to kill him though
Which leads him to the biggest challenge of his life;
To defy his own survival, and end it all himself.
The patient does not necessarily commit suicide simply because it was the solution that suited him the best. He does it out of compassion for his being because his body is asking him to.
He finds it selfish of himself to drag his body and mind through this lifelong hell, for the small glimpse of a hope there is for a day when he will feel normal again.
The patient is starting to realize that he will not be normal until he's dead.
The patient does not believe that suicide makes you a weaker person. On the contrary. He doesn't even know if he has what it takes to get through with it. It clearly requires him to be strong to defy his own survival instinct.
Suicide seems to be more than often a heroic deed. It's somewhat of a heroic journey
A journey towards the ultimate unknown
The most unknown land of all, with absolutely no guarantee of coming home again.
The patient has always dreamt about going on this kind of a journey. Maybe this is it.
That suicide is cowardly makes no sense to the patient. Is cowardice not to remain in your place in life and never move from fear of the unknown.
Well, suicide is the opposite of that. For the patient, suicide is in a way how he gets on with life. It requires the opposite of being cowardly.
It is to be brave.
That suicide should be illegal and that it is not something he can not get help with from the health care system confirms to him that this world is not for him. The world has not been able to help him live, and they have not been able to help him die. They have thrown him into this world, made him sick, and now he has to show himself out.
The patient is convinced that his loved ones would have wanted this suicide if only they knew how much he suffered. The patient acknowledges that he would have wanted the same if it were them.
The fact is, they would have done the same if it were them.
The patient knows without a doubt that everybody would.
He does not need to know to understand that if you were in the same shoes as him, equipped with the same mechanisms, the same person and destiny, the same legs to walk these shoes in, if you were literally the same as him… Then, of course, natually, one had not acted in any other way than him.
The patient does not feel it is fair to demand that he endures this life when he knows that others with 100% probability would not have done so themselves.
He loses respect for people when he imagines the many who would have killed themselves long ago had they been in his situation. He loses respect for himself when he thinks about how much suffering he could have spared himself for, had he killed himself sometime before.
He sees it as something incredible that he has been able to endure this for so long. It is only now that he finds out humans can actually be strong. The patient feels like he is the strongest in the world for having gone through what he has gone through.
He is only confirmed in his view of as the strongest when he goes through with his suicide.
The patient imagines himself as dead and gets angry when he thinks of those who would feel sorry for him. One should not feel sorry for the dead. There is no longer anything to feel sorry for. The dead are dead. You had the chance to feel sorry for him when he was still alive.
It's the sick one they should have felt sorry for.
You can't feel sorry for the dead. You can't feel sorry for them for being dead. If you're gonna feel sorry for anyone; you should feel sorry for the living. They are the ones who will have to live with the dead. The dead doesn't have to live with the dead. The dead is dead. He does not know he is dead.
Death for him has ceased to be a fact.
He hasn't actually lost his life
He has lost his death.
At some point, one has to die.
Everyone dies.
If it is a pity for the dead, it is a pity for us all. Either that, or it's no pity at all. If it is a pity for us all; then it's not the dead one should feel sorry for, and if it's no pity at all, there is nothing to feel sorry for.
One has got to choose one or the other
The dead feels like he lost his life while he was still alive, and when you lose your life while you are still alive, you do not have as much to lose by dying. Most of life had already been lost. It just hung there inaccessibly to him, as a fact that he was never going to be able to enjoy any of it ever again.
When the dead dies, he does not lose it. He just closes his eyes and he forgets it.
When the dead dies young, we think what a shame he wasn't able to experience more. Maybe the dead had not gotten a career yet. Maybe he had not even found love. His dreams might not even have come true, and in that case; what is to happen to these dreams now that he is no longer here to dream them?
The dead dies knowing that these things are only relevant in life. He no longer has any needs for them. He needed them in life to be able to live, but he does not need them to rest in peace.
In fact, the reason he can rest in peace at all now is precisely because he no longer needs these things. He no longer has to strive for them. All those needs he had in his life are finally lifted off his shoulders. That is the definition of peace.
The dead could have become anything in his life, and who knows; perhaps if he had endured for a few more years, one would have found a cure for him so that he could get his life back.
This does not matter to the dead anymore.
The dead will gladly sacrifice this chance, and his potential for the journey of peace that calls for him now.
When the dead thinks of his peers and acquaintances, he does not feel envy. He is fully aware of the fact that one day they too will die. They will lose it all just like him. Only difference between them and him right now is he no longer has anything to lose. The privilege of being dead is that you no longer have to die.
The longer you live, the more attached you become to your life,
the harder it is to leave it.
Therefore, the dead cannot possibly be jealous of those who get to live a long life
The journey for them is just going to be so much harder.
As a living person, one has to constantly fend off the inevitable death and tragedy of their lives.
By dying, the dead have simply got it over with.
It's okay to die young
As okay as it is to die old.
It is common. It happens to many
Everybody dies young, really. The life expectancy of 80 years is nothing, and only a few of us get there anyway. We have made it the meaning of life to reach that age, but not the dead. He has not needed a meaning to live. It dawns on him at death that he was only here to experience life. And he really experienced it, wether he knew it or not. The beauty of life is that you do not have to do anything to experience it. You just have to be there, and then life will experience itself through you.
Now you might wonder, but if he was just here to experience life, then why could he not just have stayed and experienced?
But you see, having experienced what it was like to die before his time, and by his own hand, is an experience for him too, an experience that, like all other experiences, was worth experiencing,
an experience that he feels like he was meant to experience - Because all experiences are equally worthy.
If he had recovered from his illnesses and been allowed to live his life until he was 80, that would have been fine too, of course, but both experiences were equally good. By and large, it had meant nothing to him. He was happy with what he got.
If there absolutely had to be a meaning of the life of the dead; then the meaning of his life was to learn to die — that is, to come to terms with his death so that he could move on in his journey. He had not killed himself otherwise. He would not have been capable to.
That he was capable of it was a kind of blessing, because otherwise he would have been trapped in his tragedy. Death was the end of that tragedy.
When the dead dies, he finds out that in reality (the realest of all realities) there is nothing in this world that is tragic. It dawns on him that Tragedy is a concept created by us humans and that it only exists in our heads. Nothing bad has ever happened to anyone in this world.
Just think about how many have died compared to how many are alive right now. Of all the people who have ever lived, 99.999999% are dead. Death is too universal to be evil. It's obviously not personal. Most important of all to know; It's not dangerous -
The dead are safe.
The dead doesn't let his sad ending make the rest of his life sad. It was really only the last months and few years of his life that were truly sad, and in a sense he feels that the sooner he got it over with the better his life would come to look in the grand scheme of things. That way, he also feels that he has had a much better life than so many others who live long and boring lives only because they have to, and only choose to die when they get killed by life.
In conclusion, this was a short, but good life
And there is no one or nothing that can take that away from him, not even death.
The dead man curses at himself for not having done it sooner. He doesn't understand why everybody isn't doing it. We have this amazing opportunity to take fate into our own hands, and yet we let the world take it. We would not have the possibility of suicide if we were not meant to take advantage of it. It is like the grace of nature.
Of course, it should preferably be when we are old and physically can no longer
But when you as a young person get hit by illness and also physically can no longer, it seems only obvious as a choice. We finally have the reason do it, at least.
The dead has not been scared when he died.
When he died, his brain released a flood of morphine-like chemicals. There are scientific studies that confirm this. One does not quite know why the brain does this, but possibly it is to soften the transition over to the other side. People who have had near-death experiences talk about being reunited with their lost ones in a kind of paradise. Maybe that's what heaven really is; just one last great dance that the brain gives you before it shuts itself down.
The dead does not know exactly what will happen to him on the other side, but he trusts the universe to take care good of him. After all, it has done so for an infinite number of people before him. It should know by know what to with us.
The dead has his eyes opened to the idea of a kind of reincarnation. He does not believe as such that he himself will be reincarnated. As dead, the dead is now fully awake to the fact that what he thought was "himself," a person, is in fact nothing more than an illusion that his brain has given him. He died knowing that he is not just a player in the universe, he knows that he is not just a small part of the universe. In death he is now fully aware of himself as the universe itself. He is aware of the fact that he may be born again through a new illusion with a new experience to live. The dead is likely to be born into an era where there may finally be a cure for the disease that ruined this life of his. In this particular incarnation, it may not even be this disease that is his problem, but there will surely be something else, and there will no doubt be a cure for that at that point of time (Assuming reincarnation does not take place across time) .
The dead is looking forward to see what it could be. If the next life turns out to be another life of bad luck, there is always the next time after that. At some point, he is going to hit "jackpot". In that sense, he is absolutely untouchable.
Seen from this point of view, one must also understand that this is not the first life of the dead. He has had endless lives before this, and has lived in far more horrible ways. He has also had endless deaths, that happened in far more horrible ways. None of this is new to him. The intuition of the dead tells him that death is absolutely save and that there is nothing to fear. It clearly knows what it's talking about, having been there in every single life.
The dead does not believe in karma. He does not believe that what he has done here is morally wrong or anything. There is no universal law that has told him how to be. He is who he is. He is this because of circumstances that he himself did not ask for.
If committing suicide turns out to be wrong, he has not known. He was basically trying to do what he thought was right. His ignorance was not his fault. It is something humanity has given him.
If one insists on looking at this through Christianity;
then Jesus also said to God, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
There is no one here who knows what they are doing.
The dead does not feel good about leaving his loved ones behind, because that is what life is at the end of the day; behind.
If anything, this feeling of guilt is nothing but a good reason to get this suicide done with even faster.
The dead does, however, believe that his closest are going to make it. Instinctively, he would never have done it if he was in doubt.
There is no one who has it as good as the dead right now. The dead does not have it in any way, and the dead knows that that is the best way to have it.
The patient has heard the professionals use the fact that he can not die of his disease as an argument for not worrying.
The patient tells these professionals that he will die of his disease,
If the disease drives him to suicide.
He tells them that what worries him the most about his disease is the fact that he cannot die from it.
The patient has been plagued by life-limiting diseases since childhood, diseases that he has been able to live with, but also diseases that are too hard for him to live with.
None of these diseases have managed to kill him though
Which leads him to the biggest challenge of his life;
To defy his own survival, and end it all himself.
The patient does not necessarily commit suicide simply because it was the solution that suited him the best. He does it out of compassion for his being because his body is asking him to.
He finds it selfish of himself to drag his body and mind through this lifelong hell, for the small glimpse of a hope there is for a day when he will feel normal again.
The patient is starting to realize that he will not be normal until he's dead.
The patient does not believe that suicide makes you a weaker person. On the contrary. He doesn't even know if he has what it takes to get through with it. It clearly requires him to be strong to defy his own survival instinct.
Suicide seems to be more than often a heroic deed. It's somewhat of a heroic journey
A journey towards the ultimate unknown
The most unknown land of all, with absolutely no guarantee of coming home again.
The patient has always dreamt about going on this kind of a journey. Maybe this is it.
That suicide is cowardly makes no sense to the patient. Is cowardice not to remain in your place in life and never move from fear of the unknown.
Well, suicide is the opposite of that. For the patient, suicide is in a way how he gets on with life. It requires the opposite of being cowardly.
It is to be brave.
That suicide should be illegal and that it is not something he can not get help with from the health care system confirms to him that this world is not for him. The world has not been able to help him live, and they have not been able to help him die. They have thrown him into this world, made him sick, and now he has to show himself out.
The patient is convinced that his loved ones would have wanted this suicide if only they knew how much he suffered. The patient acknowledges that he would have wanted the same if it were them.
The fact is, they would have done the same if it were them.
The patient knows without a doubt that everybody would.
He does not need to know to understand that if you were in the same shoes as him, equipped with the same mechanisms, the same person and destiny, the same legs to walk these shoes in, if you were literally the same as him… Then, of course, natually, one had not acted in any other way than him.
The patient does not feel it is fair to demand that he endures this life when he knows that others with 100% probability would not have done so themselves.
He loses respect for people when he imagines the many who would have killed themselves long ago had they been in his situation. He loses respect for himself when he thinks about how much suffering he could have spared himself for, had he killed himself sometime before.
He sees it as something incredible that he has been able to endure this for so long. It is only now that he finds out humans can actually be strong. The patient feels like he is the strongest in the world for having gone through what he has gone through.
He is only confirmed in his view of as the strongest when he goes through with his suicide.
The patient imagines himself as dead and gets angry when he thinks of those who would feel sorry for him. One should not feel sorry for the dead. There is no longer anything to feel sorry for. The dead are dead. You had the chance to feel sorry for him when he was still alive.
It's the sick one they should have felt sorry for.
You can't feel sorry for the dead. You can't feel sorry for them for being dead. If you're gonna feel sorry for anyone; you should feel sorry for the living. They are the ones who will have to live with the dead. The dead doesn't have to live with the dead. The dead is dead. He does not know he is dead.
Death for him has ceased to be a fact.
He hasn't actually lost his life
He has lost his death.
At some point, one has to die.
Everyone dies.
If it is a pity for the dead, it is a pity for us all. Either that, or it's no pity at all. If it is a pity for us all; then it's not the dead one should feel sorry for, and if it's no pity at all, there is nothing to feel sorry for.
One has got to choose one or the other
The dead feels like he lost his life while he was still alive, and when you lose your life while you are still alive, you do not have as much to lose by dying. Most of life had already been lost. It just hung there inaccessibly to him, as a fact that he was never going to be able to enjoy any of it ever again.
When the dead dies, he does not lose it. He just closes his eyes and he forgets it.
When the dead dies young, we think what a shame he wasn't able to experience more. Maybe the dead had not gotten a career yet. Maybe he had not even found love. His dreams might not even have come true, and in that case; what is to happen to these dreams now that he is no longer here to dream them?
The dead dies knowing that these things are only relevant in life. He no longer has any needs for them. He needed them in life to be able to live, but he does not need them to rest in peace.
In fact, the reason he can rest in peace at all now is precisely because he no longer needs these things. He no longer has to strive for them. All those needs he had in his life are finally lifted off his shoulders. That is the definition of peace.
The dead could have become anything in his life, and who knows; perhaps if he had endured for a few more years, one would have found a cure for him so that he could get his life back.
This does not matter to the dead anymore.
The dead will gladly sacrifice this chance, and his potential for the journey of peace that calls for him now.
When the dead thinks of his peers and acquaintances, he does not feel envy. He is fully aware of the fact that one day they too will die. They will lose it all just like him. Only difference between them and him right now is he no longer has anything to lose. The privilege of being dead is that you no longer have to die.
The longer you live, the more attached you become to your life,
the harder it is to leave it.
Therefore, the dead cannot possibly be jealous of those who get to live a long life
The journey for them is just going to be so much harder.
As a living person, one has to constantly fend off the inevitable death and tragedy of their lives.
By dying, the dead have simply got it over with.
It's okay to die young
As okay as it is to die old.
It is common. It happens to many
Everybody dies young, really. The life expectancy of 80 years is nothing, and only a few of us get there anyway. We have made it the meaning of life to reach that age, but not the dead. He has not needed a meaning to live. It dawns on him at death that he was only here to experience life. And he really experienced it, wether he knew it or not. The beauty of life is that you do not have to do anything to experience it. You just have to be there, and then life will experience itself through you.
Now you might wonder, but if he was just here to experience life, then why could he not just have stayed and experienced?
But you see, having experienced what it was like to die before his time, and by his own hand, is an experience for him too, an experience that, like all other experiences, was worth experiencing,
an experience that he feels like he was meant to experience - Because all experiences are equally worthy.
If he had recovered from his illnesses and been allowed to live his life until he was 80, that would have been fine too, of course, but both experiences were equally good. By and large, it had meant nothing to him. He was happy with what he got.
If there absolutely had to be a meaning of the life of the dead; then the meaning of his life was to learn to die — that is, to come to terms with his death so that he could move on in his journey. He had not killed himself otherwise. He would not have been capable to.
That he was capable of it was a kind of blessing, because otherwise he would have been trapped in his tragedy. Death was the end of that tragedy.
When the dead dies, he finds out that in reality (the realest of all realities) there is nothing in this world that is tragic. It dawns on him that Tragedy is a concept created by us humans and that it only exists in our heads. Nothing bad has ever happened to anyone in this world.
Just think about how many have died compared to how many are alive right now. Of all the people who have ever lived, 99.999999% are dead. Death is too universal to be evil. It's obviously not personal. Most important of all to know; It's not dangerous -
The dead are safe.
The dead doesn't let his sad ending make the rest of his life sad. It was really only the last months and few years of his life that were truly sad, and in a sense he feels that the sooner he got it over with the better his life would come to look in the grand scheme of things. That way, he also feels that he has had a much better life than so many others who live long and boring lives only because they have to, and only choose to die when they get killed by life.
In conclusion, this was a short, but good life
And there is no one or nothing that can take that away from him, not even death.
The dead man curses at himself for not having done it sooner. He doesn't understand why everybody isn't doing it. We have this amazing opportunity to take fate into our own hands, and yet we let the world take it. We would not have the possibility of suicide if we were not meant to take advantage of it. It is like the grace of nature.
Of course, it should preferably be when we are old and physically can no longer
But when you as a young person get hit by illness and also physically can no longer, it seems only obvious as a choice. We finally have the reason do it, at least.
The dead has not been scared when he died.
When he died, his brain released a flood of morphine-like chemicals. There are scientific studies that confirm this. One does not quite know why the brain does this, but possibly it is to soften the transition over to the other side. People who have had near-death experiences talk about being reunited with their lost ones in a kind of paradise. Maybe that's what heaven really is; just one last great dance that the brain gives you before it shuts itself down.
The dead does not know exactly what will happen to him on the other side, but he trusts the universe to take care good of him. After all, it has done so for an infinite number of people before him. It should know by know what to with us.
The dead has his eyes opened to the idea of a kind of reincarnation. He does not believe as such that he himself will be reincarnated. As dead, the dead is now fully awake to the fact that what he thought was "himself," a person, is in fact nothing more than an illusion that his brain has given him. He died knowing that he is not just a player in the universe, he knows that he is not just a small part of the universe. In death he is now fully aware of himself as the universe itself. He is aware of the fact that he may be born again through a new illusion with a new experience to live. The dead is likely to be born into an era where there may finally be a cure for the disease that ruined this life of his. In this particular incarnation, it may not even be this disease that is his problem, but there will surely be something else, and there will no doubt be a cure for that at that point of time (Assuming reincarnation does not take place across time) .
The dead is looking forward to see what it could be. If the next life turns out to be another life of bad luck, there is always the next time after that. At some point, he is going to hit "jackpot". In that sense, he is absolutely untouchable.
Seen from this point of view, one must also understand that this is not the first life of the dead. He has had endless lives before this, and has lived in far more horrible ways. He has also had endless deaths, that happened in far more horrible ways. None of this is new to him. The intuition of the dead tells him that death is absolutely save and that there is nothing to fear. It clearly knows what it's talking about, having been there in every single life.
The dead does not believe in karma. He does not believe that what he has done here is morally wrong or anything. There is no universal law that has told him how to be. He is who he is. He is this because of circumstances that he himself did not ask for.
If committing suicide turns out to be wrong, he has not known. He was basically trying to do what he thought was right. His ignorance was not his fault. It is something humanity has given him.
If one insists on looking at this through Christianity;
then Jesus also said to God, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
There is no one here who knows what they are doing.
The dead does not feel good about leaving his loved ones behind, because that is what life is at the end of the day; behind.
If anything, this feeling of guilt is nothing but a good reason to get this suicide done with even faster.
The dead does, however, believe that his closest are going to make it. Instinctively, he would never have done it if he was in doubt.
There is no one who has it as good as the dead right now. The dead does not have it in any way, and the dead knows that that is the best way to have it.
MemberWinner for this ▲ paragraph.
Suicide is no "easy way out".
I in fact, cannot comprehend anything more difficult.
Dying terrifies me. It is the sum of all my fears.
Some people fear going insane. Still what is the fear of going insane, but a well disguised fear of death?
If any man or woman is truly unafraid of death, then nothing should scare them.
For those who fear insanity, what is it really that scares you about it, other than the thought you would be left with no choice but suicide, or to live with the loss of yourself as you may become?
No different than living with disfigurement or... yes that's right, an unending disturbance inside one's own head.
Death terrifies me, and so I could never inflict it on myself.
When I think about people who have, I wonder how they ever found the nerve.
No, suicide is definitely not for cowards.
That said, if you're asking me: be a coward, stay put, and pray for a miracle.
Suicide does not even need to be justified. We all have different limits to what we can cope with and it is something that medical professionals and many others do not understand. Society always tells us that we can overcome anything and conquer all obstacles. But it is not always the case. We as sufferers are imprisoned by our own mind and flesh in a prison cell only we can see. We survive days and nights where even the smallest tasks require extensive effort. We endure suffering in the strictest sense of the word, but even so, we do not fit the society's interpretation of "survivors": a word that seems to be interpreted as someone who transcends, conquer and thrive. It is sometimes frustrating that people (who don't know what a day in our shoe feel like) simply adhere to the worldscript and expect us to do the same. When I say I cannot go on, I am always thrown at with the same unwelcoming advice:
"Just take a walk, relax, keep yourself busy, try this or that medication."
How am I supposed to do all that with illnesses that are in the severe spectrum, that makes it difficult to achieve even the bare minimum? Are chronic illnesses simply a war to be won or an obstacle to be overcome?
I believe not everyone can rise above their circumstances. Suicide should not even be a thing as we should have the right to a dignified peaceful exit In the presence of our loved ones at the time of our own choosing, if all else fails and all hope is lost.
"Just take a walk, relax, keep yourself busy, try this or that medication."
How am I supposed to do all that with illnesses that are in the severe spectrum, that makes it difficult to achieve even the bare minimum? Are chronic illnesses simply a war to be won or an obstacle to be overcome?
I believe not everyone can rise above their circumstances. Suicide should not even be a thing as we should have the right to a dignified peaceful exit In the presence of our loved ones at the time of our own choosing, if all else fails and all hope is lost.
LilCC
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Right on brother! We aren't even considered "survivors" because our illnesses are invisible, they don't know the agony we must endure everyday. Suicide really doesn't even have to be justified, that's spot on, like why is society telling me what I can and can't overcome? I mean I've lived in my body for 28 years, I ought to know what's best for me. I ought to know what I can and can't handle. I'm sick of society making it seem like I have to somehow ask its permission to end my misery. You guys all hit good points!
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You want to know about suicide? If you think it's an easy way out, best you think otherwise.
Coward does not commit suicide, normal thinking people don't commit suicide. Suicide comes when all other ways of living have your brain fogged into depression. Lonliness and lack of reaching out for help, or just to talk, is your responsibility. No one knows how you feel if you won't reach out.
My son Thomas committed suicide, we had no idea that this was coming, but we do know his wife of one year wanted a divorce, because she said, I think I made a mistake.
Sure, that's her excuse.
He stayed with us for a week before doing what he did. In the local pub, drinking "car bombs," something to do with an Irish drink. After the pub closed he went to the home where he and his wife lived. Once in, he wrote a note, then went to gun cabinet and got out his wife's hunting rifle, back outside he sat down in the wood pile and pulled the trigger.
He's gone and in the process it killed us also.
Coward does not commit suicide, normal thinking people don't commit suicide. Suicide comes when all other ways of living have your brain fogged into depression. Lonliness and lack of reaching out for help, or just to talk, is your responsibility. No one knows how you feel if you won't reach out.
My son Thomas committed suicide, we had no idea that this was coming, but we do know his wife of one year wanted a divorce, because she said, I think I made a mistake.
Sure, that's her excuse.
He stayed with us for a week before doing what he did. In the local pub, drinking "car bombs," something to do with an Irish drink. After the pub closed he went to the home where he and his wife lived. Once in, he wrote a note, then went to gun cabinet and got out his wife's hunting rifle, back outside he sat down in the wood pile and pulled the trigger.
He's gone and in the process it killed us also.
@Elmer B Fuddled, I'm very sorry to hear that.
This is also what dreads me the most about this; killing my parents. But there's no other way around it, unfortunately. The fact that I'm confined to my room, rotting with brain disease, that is what should kill them, just like it has killed me, but right now they're just sitting in the jacuzzi outside my room, giggling and having drinks, seemingly unbothered by it.
I'm not gonna suffer through life like this just so they can keep this cozy little lives of theirs. Sorry.
This is also what dreads me the most about this; killing my parents. But there's no other way around it, unfortunately. The fact that I'm confined to my room, rotting with brain disease, that is what should kill them, just like it has killed me, but right now they're just sitting in the jacuzzi outside my room, giggling and having drinks, seemingly unbothered by it.
I'm not gonna suffer through life like this just so they can keep this cozy little lives of theirs. Sorry.
I imagine they love you very very much @danielthor.
I say this, because although I barely know you, I really like you.
As I've said before in the past, you're a smart guy, you know what you're doing, and the last thing I want to do is patronise you.
But I hope you stick around. Even if it means continuing to rot with brain disease (for now).
Die now, or die later. What difference does it make? Only that later might come with better circumstances, eh.
Worst comes to worst, you can overdose on Umbilical Stem Cells; which might kill you. But then again it might not, and you'll be as fit as you were when you were 10 years old again... Either way you lost nothing.
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