I always ask not to be snarky but because our culture seems fixated on living forever: what’s so bad about dying?
I would be horribly sad about missing my kiddos' milestones. It's an absolute joy watching them grow up.
But if my health made me feel like I was going to miss them (or worse: derail them), then I would be forced to admit it wasn't for the best for me to keep going as is. If I was sure that was the case, it would be easy.
Conversely, it's easy to examine "from the outside" someone else's situation and say they should keep on going. I'm not so sure I could endure what TFA describes either, especially since it's probably hopeless, and especially after watching my own father sit dying for days in a hospital after his heart attack while the doctors poked him to make him move to show my mom he was still alive. It was gruesome and he died anyway.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but it feels like there’s more to do. More to learn, to see, to visit, etc…
When you’re ready, you’re ready, but people should have the option of continuing if they want.
Nothing is bad about dying, its a part of life, but his insistence on giving up despite a major medical option remaining feels illogical even though they may have good reason to not want it.
If you're a big fan of doing nothing forever, I'm sure it's fine.
I get what you're saying, but continued existence has to be balanced against the quality of said existence. If it's agony, pain or extreme disability that prevents enjoyment of life, life seems less compelling.
Better than getting shocked all day or feeling shitty after a transplant because of the drugs you have to be on forever.
Same as before you were born. How traumatic was that?
The Bardo time? Pretty fucking traumatic, at least first one I can recall was. Practice makes perfect. Why do you think so many kids are afraid of the dark? And why do you think that infantile amnesia exists to begin with?