Englishman's post about "living forever not such a good idea" got me thinking on the subject of death.
Now, I'm not a morbid person, and I've never had a problem with depression. Death is a subject that should be discussed and considered like any other.
Englishman is right: as JW's we never really confront death. It's just a temporary separation from our loved ones. We never confront our own mortality.
Sitting here, I can see the bookcase holding my small collection of old books. When I hold them, I feel time. How many people have owned and held these books, treasured them during their lives, over the past three or four centuries? What were they like? People like you and I, with joys and pain, ambitions and loves. People who were born, lived and died, and whose books I now have the care of for a little while, until I too become part of that history. Perhaps some future collector will hold these same books and wonder about who owned them in the long ago 21st century; will wonder what I was like.
How temporary I am, just a chapter in the life of a book.
One day, I will die. I don't know if there is any type of afterlife.
I must accept that quite possibly, there is not. Now that I am freeing myself of WT delusions, I must confront my own limited lifespan and learn to live with old mortality.
How?
Expatbrit.