Fear of Death

Some sure-enough(a) volume are laden by the venerate of death. In the young thither is a vindication for this faceing. Young men who have reason to maintenance that they leave behinding be killed in battle may justifiably feel bitter in the thought that they have been cheated of the best things that look has to offer. barely in an old homosexual who has known human joys and sorrows, and has achieved whatever form it was in him to do, the fear of death is somewhat abject and ignoble.The best bureau to everyplacecome it as at least it seems to me is to make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly structured in the familiar life. An individual human existence should be uniform a river gauzy at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing turbulently past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietl y, and in the end, without any megascopic break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly stomach their individual being.The man who, in old age, can see his life in this way, will non suffer from the fear of death, since the things he cares for will continue. And if, with the decay of vitality, fatigue increases, the thought of rest will be not unwelcome. I should indirect request to die while still at work, knowledgeable that others will hold out on what I can no bimestrial do, and content in the thought that what was possible has been done.Fear of DeathSome old people are oppressed by the fear of death. In the young there is a justification for this feeling. Young men who have reason to fear that they will be killed in battle may justifiably feel bitter in the thought that they have been cheated of the best things that life has to offer. But in an old man who has known human joys and sorrows, and has achieved whatever work it was in him to do, the fear of death is som ewhat abject and ignoble.The best way to overcome it as at least it seems to me is to make your interests gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being.The man who, in old age, can see his life in this way, will not suffer from the fear of death, since the things he cares for will continue. And if, with the decay of vitality, weariness increases, the thought of rest will be not unwelcome. I should wish to die while still at work, knowing that others will carry on what I can no longer do, and content in the thought that wha t was possible has been done.