Near Death

Emily (@ekich) 8 years, 5 months ago

Hi all,

I just remembered this story of mine, and I’d like to share it. The story is written as follows, because I’m writing a book about my year of travels in a series of letters, most of which are to the reader–just to give some background. This is my first draft:

Dear _____,

Last night was our second night in a row sleeping in the car. It’s been unexpectedly cold in the rapidly varying elevations of New Mexico, last night landing us a bit higher and a bit further north than the night before. When we finally made our way to a rest stop for the night, we warmed up the car for a bit and then decided that it was time to go to bed. The temperature outside was 13 degrees Fahrenheit. I wore as many warm layers as I could muster (which was not too many, considering the fact that we planned to skip winter by making our way through the south), and I made myself as comfortable as possible in my sleeping bag atop the reclined passenger’s seat. I shivered, curling myself into a tiny ball.

Some time passed before I began dreaming vividly, walking with a group of friends. They parted ways, and I was meant to meet up with them later. I was extremely high all of a sudden. I was really high—and enjoying it! Wow, I’ve never been high like this before. Wait a minute, did I even smoke? No. Why am I so high? Wait. I’m not high…I’m lightheaded and can barely even move myself. This is too much! My vision is becoming hazy, and my surroundings are beginning to flood with light.

I open my eyes, and I am curled up in the center of my sleeping bag—my entire body scrunched smaller than I ever knew possible onto the small cushion of the car seat, with the opening of my sleeping bag far above my head. I was suffocating.

It took every ounce of strength I had to reach toward the opening of the sleeping bag. I slowly clawed my way out and took a breath of cold, fresh air. Did I really almost die?

I guess so.

Much love, dear friend,

I didn’t and don’t really have much of a perspective on death–I mean, it’s inevitable, and when it comes, it comes. Right? In remembering this story, though, I wanted to share it and hear your personal perspectives on death–fear of death, near death experiences, coming to peace with death, etc.

April 30, 2014 at 11:52 pm
Downward Ascent (0) (@TenebrisAdLucem) 8 years, 5 months ago ago

I would thoroughly enjoy reading your book or even just a small sample of its letters. If the rest are anything like this then the book will be fantastic!

I have never come close to dying and I certainly hope to maintain my current distance from death for as long as I possibly can. I like the idea of death. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some sinister person draped in black clothes wishing for death and destruction upon all :P Death validates life. When one comes to terms with the idea that this ONE life is all that they will ever have then it becomes infinitely more special. More special than what, you ask? Well, more special than an afterlife in which one’s existence would be guaranteed for all eternity. Can you imagine anything worse than eternal existence? Imagine the extent to which one would be capable of procrastinating! “Oh I’m not gonna do this today. I’ll do it in 100,000,000 years.” Here’s the terrifying part. Those 100,000,000 would not even represent an infinitesimal fraction of your time in the afterlife. Ha! Look at me. I’m rambling again.

Loved the letter. I hope to read many more in the near future. You are a talented writer with enough to say about complex themes such as death and its significance.

All the best.

GymnastHateHit (1) (@Corman8094) 8 years, 5 months ago ago

The letter was awesome. As far as death goes… I believe that fearing death is the same as getting angry at the clouds for raining… there is nothing you can do about it so you might as well move on head held high. I guess it also depends on your opinion of what happens after life. My point of view is slightly bleak in that I believe when we die we are dead, done, and life goes on we are put in the ground and only a name on a stone. This works for me because I want to live my life to the fullest before I venture into nothingness. A dull day is a wasted day in my eyes. I do my best to let my loved ones know that they are loved everyday. And generally I live a happy life

Emily (12) (@ekich) 8 years, 5 months ago ago

@TenebrisAdLucem, that part about procrastination was hilarious!! And @Corman8094, I am glad that you’re enjoying life :) These are interesting perspectives on afterlife too! I am of the belief that the soul reincarnates until it has learned life’s many lessons and is ready for some ultimate silence. Bliss in silence is one of the lessons I’ve begun learning, but I’m not quite there yet. I’ve still got some work to do here, which requires a bit more communication on my part! Haha

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