Good grief. It's rather morbid to think of how you'd prefer to die at so young a age. In fact, I think it's extremely silly. Most of us haven't even lived enough yet, let alone think of what comes after. It sounds incredibly immature to think about your death when you don't even know what you'd like to do with your life.
I enjoy discussing philosophy like any other person, but sometimes, talk is cheap. All the knowledge in the world is not going to make your imminent passing any easier. The fear of death has always been one of the greatest motivations of human action throughout history. That is not likely to change, no matter how much you deny your fear of The End.
You don't know how much you'd fear, until you fully understand how much you stand to lose.
Experience life first. Death can come later.
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Originally Posted by Love Yuui
I would prefer to be immortal, observing what is to come in future, and being able to absorb every bit of knowledge (and trivia, entertainment, etc.) I could find. However, since I know that is not a possibility, I try to expand my mind as much as possible, if not just for my own amusement.
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If futurologists are to be believed, "immortality" is possible within this century. It's no longer a distant pipe dream, apparently, given the advances in genomic research. We may one day be able to literally re-grow our body parts and replace them as they fail. So, it's not just about extending our life expectancies, but also improving the quality of our lives. (Note, "apparently" is the the key word here -- I'm not so sure I trust these futurologists...)
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Originally Posted by Love Yuui
When my grandfather died (Robert Takayuki Nakasome, may he rest in peace), I didn't cry or have feelings of grief or despair.
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When my father passed away of liver cancer, I didn't immediately feel grief or despair. I did not hate my father, but neither were we very close. It's not until much later, until he's gone, that I realised how much I missed him.
So, the initial feeling of "detachment" after losing someone close is normal, I feel. Sometimes, it takes a while for the finality of death to sink in. That's when the grief hits you -- the regrets over things you have not said or told him before he left. Then, the acceptance at last, that such words don't matter as much as what little time you did spend together.