We all die at some point even if no one wants to think of it that way. Why is it so wrong that I know the time and place? Why is it so wrong that I choose to release myself? People will say what they will when I’m gone but it will fall on deaf, dead, ears. We all say goodbye eventually…why did we as a human race turn death into something so taboo? When did we decide that denying death’s presence is natural? It’s so intertwined with life and I refuse to look away. I wish I could go with dignity in a peaceful fashion but we have been denied even the most basic of human rights: the right to die. Someone has to keep the social construct working right? I will not let anyone take away my choice again. It’s been on my mind since childhood and I know that I am ready. I have made my peace…now it’s time to let go.
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I really like your writing style… I find myself wanting to offer silly retorts just to see how you will respond. 😀
For instance “Why did we as a human race turn death into something so taboo?” Isn’t the simple answer because we are evolved creatures and loss of something that can never be regained really sucks?
“When did we decide that denying death’s presence is natural?” This is just comical to me. It’s true, Everyone dies. Yet, somehow, its “unnatural”. How odd we are!
Thanks. I can handle silly retorts haha.
There is nothing wrong in whichever option you chooses. Human race believes death is a taboo because of natural selection. Those who believed that death is acceptable and is justified under bad circumstances were not able to pass their genes but those who believes death is a taboo were able to pass their genes to the next generation of human race so all humans have got mad and mad .
I hopes you gets peace. We are all In same shoes.
I feel as though we view death as taboo for a variety of reasons. One being that we shelter ourselves from it. I am not speaking of death in relation to our primal instinct to survive. I am speaking of death in terms of a chronic denial that it exists until shit hits the fan and bam the poor bastard next to you bites the dust… I don’t care much about my fucked up genes getting passed on. Thanks for the well wishes, I’ll find peace somehow.