"So this is it. We're going to die."

[foxgrrl]

At one point in the last several days, I found myself in a situation where I said to myself: Oh shit! So this is it, this is how I die&hellip […] (Oh, I'm still alive.) In hindsight I wasn't really in any danger. Whenever I have one of these experiences, it really reminds me of just how much I really love being alive despite all the pain. That, and I really feel like I'm not done yet. There's something I'm supposed to be doing on this Earth — I don't know what it is, so I could be doing it right now for all I know.

After the previous time this happened to me (a few months ago), I wrote the following farewell to a friend:

This is Julia. I want you to know that life is a gift, and you should cherish every beautiful moment of it. Be Well.

Another thing that I have observed about myself in these moments, is the entire rest of my brain/mind very rapidly formulating survival plans, to immediately get out of the situation. It's almost like an automatic reflex.

If you've ever found yourself in one of these situations where you've thought to yourself that you were going to die. What were the last thoughts which ran through your head?

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[kitten-goddess.livejournal.com]

"If you've ever found yourself in one of these situations where you've thought to yourself that you were going to die. What were the last thoughts which ran through your head?"

I have never been close to dying in my life. I am an extremely cautious person and actually less likely to die than most people, since I hardly ever am in cars.

I have often been threatened with the prospect of death, however, since I used to be a hardcore fundy. Every week, we were all asked to consider our final moments and how we would spend eternity, which was really fucking morbid. Therefore, I spent an inordinate amount of time as a child and young adult thinking about this topic. (The fact that I have always been extremely healthy and come from long-lived folk on both sides makes this even more ironic than usual!)

Until a year ago, I knew what I would do when faced with death. I would spend my last moments asking Deities to forgive me and trying to get right with Them.

Now, I have no idea. Hopefully, I won't insult Deities by pleading with Them for forgiveness. I have the feeling They would be rather annoyed.