Am I aware of Death or the fear of Death or the fear of dying? Being too aware is unnatural. But what is too much? Memento mori, once, twice a day? Would that be too much? The process of being aware is the process of acceptance that one day, I will die.
It means embracing death as a natural stage in lifes cycle. Is it the nothingness, the haunting propespect of not “being” that unnerves me?
I observe and notice people sitting, drinking, laughing and I realize that in a hundred years, all of them, including myself will be gone and no longer exist. Yet, they (the people I’ve noticed) seem to be obvlious to this fact. Could it be Montaignes peasant metaphore that is the case here? What would be the difference between them and the simple peasant?
_If it’s not the fear of death, is it the fear of dying that I have to come to grip with? Will my attitude at that moment affect the experience of dying? _
Again, we are born, we grow up, we grow old, we die. The difference between those stages of life and having that experience is the fact that you reflect on the them up untill dying. That is the only experience you cannot reflect upon. It is experienced once and you are no more.
These are some of my thoughts on reading the book “ the Denial of Death”. Feel free to contribute in the comments.