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Originally Posted by SneakySniper179
I feel as though I do not have the proper responses to things as I should. I believe I am dealing with things the best I can. I don't fear my own death. I think death affects the living more then the dead. With that thought I am remorseful but not for the people who are dead. I cannot get terrible thoughts out of my head and they bother me. Maybe that's why I think I don't value my life much. Kinda makes me feel like a piece of ****. Most people I've come to realize don't think like me and cannot relate. Can anyone on here relate. At least to the very small portion of what I have posted. If so, share your experiences. I'm sure we can all benefit from an exchange of stories.
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First off, welcome! I hope you find what you need here.
If I can ask, what has you thinking about death this evening? Anybody or anything in particular?
I'm not sure what stories I can give you though. Death is a pretty universal one with its own sense of timing. I've lost a lot of people in my time and no matter how they died the result was the same: a pine box six feet under.
I think of death this way: When the ending is certain and the
timing... not-so-much, make the journey worthwhile from the beginning. That way, no matter when you croak, you can be satisfied that you did alright with what you have.
Hope this helps you out! Again, welcome!