Would you like to know the precise date of your death?
Ooo, I can’t help myself, yes. On the condition no one else knew that I knew, cause that could cause more trouble than necessary.
On the other hand, I might get depressed if it was coming soon, or who knows. I could likely develop trauma from knowing and expecting it. I doubt it’d ever leave my mind.
But, if I was given that piece of information (doesn’t matter how, like from who or where or whatnot, however intense the moment was), in this world, knowing what I know about this world, namely, that this would be nothing more than a prediction. Cause we never can really tell unless we’re the ones going to end someone’s life. The evidence to prove this would have to be an avalanche, able to destroy my preset biases against this kind of knowledge.
But let’s say I’m convinced. Yeah as cool as it would be I think I’d get depressed about it. If it was tomorrow, but I was so depressed I wanted to kill myself today, could I even do it, knowing my death is predetermined? Of course I couldn’t, and that would ruin me further. If it was predetermined and I still tried to end it one day prior, it might just be the injury that took a day to end me. I would not be in control of my life, and I’d likely set myself up for misery. You could be like “yeah but if our days are numbered and you know exactly that number than you could make the best of every day until that day and the quality of your life would increase,” but I’d tell you “nah I have a genetic disposition to get depressed, so that path is simply more likely.
But let’s say you’re right. Let’s say I find the motivation to give every day my all and more, and be happier..
Just kidding, I wouldn’t be motivated. I’d keep it to myself to the next life.
How might knowing when you’ll die help you plan your life?
Oh, I think I already answered this above. I feel like I’d lose control over my life. I mean, whether we knew or not, things would happen as they had to have, and knowing the date would do nothing but prove determinism: the notion that everything in the universe is determined, is set in stone to happen, that we have no way to will ourselves away from our fates. Something like that. There’s something sinister in realizing that everything in the universe other than us is guided by the natural forces of physics. What makes us think we’re special? That’s a debate I barely know anything about, so I’ll keep it there. hah..
Is life enhanced by feeling that death could strike at any time?
That’s the status quo, that’s what we’re living right now. It does motivate me, and it doesn’t drive me crazy not knowing. In fact, it does help not knowing, but we wouldn’t be able to compare right? Only if there were other universes, one in which we knew, and another in which we looked at the other two universes where we knew or not, the universe where we are comparing it might find some differences, but it would’ve help since we’d never know either way, or since we’d know either way.. that’s kinda weird to picture maybe. Let me start over..
Yes, not knowing when I’d die seems better. I could die in one day or in 60 years, and keeping it in mind that it could happen in any moment is definitely a motivation to keep improving in character.
Is life enhanced by not thinking about death at all?
Hell no. I feel like death is a topic lots of us avoid, because of just how yucky it feels to consider our death, or worse yet, a loved one’s death. And then a loved one dies and some people can’t handle it. It just rocks their foundation for months and then a year and they’ll be broken till forever. Therapy is the best solution, but many people don’t consider it.
I’ve thought about loved one’s dying a LOT. About my grandparents, and I know it will shatter my heart when it happens, but when I’ve brought this up before to others they are grossed out by the thought experiment. There’s a fear of not caring enough when it happens, which I think is bogus. The initial impact will be the same in my opinion, but it won’t affect my performance in school or work as much against actually thinking of it. I always come to cherish individuals when I think of losing them; I’m not saying I’m thinking of people dying all the time necessarily, but of more prevalent things like losing friendships to time. Every day we spend unconnected to someone is one more day we teach them to live without us, vice versa. Thinking of the potential lose makes me not want to lose it, cherish it more, ya feel? I hope you feel cause that makes my task here easier.
Think of losing people and voila you’ll be able to handle losing them. Sounds rash, but it works.
If you knew someone was dying, would you tell them the truth or deceive them about it?
Ohmygosh these questions get heavier.
I would deceive them. This is similar to why I wouldn’t want to know for myself. I think it’s a benefit for the agent to cherish their moments. It’s definitely a challenge for us if we see that person not living to their fullest, but who are we to judge? Since I wouldn’t want to know, I wouldn’t let others know. Kill me.
How many more years do you think you’ll live?
Gotta be careful with my words here.
My life expectancy is what, 86? I’m at least one quarter of my life through. If what the older folk keep saying is true, time is going to fly by. Why knows? I like to stick with base rates, or averages. So I’ll go with mid80s as my expectancy. There’s no reason for me to believe I’ll hit the luck of dying much sooner or much later, because most of that will be down to fortunate/unfortunate luck.
K, j’ai fini ici.