Someone at work died last week. Motorcycle accident and he was only 19.
I'm sure he felt as invulnerable as most people do at 19. I wonder if he realised he was dying as it happened.
Even when I have wanted to die, even after near death experiences, I've always felt kind of immortal. Until recently that is. I'm not sure if I'm going through a quarter life crisis or something but I'm suddenly keenly aware of death in fearful way that I never have been before.
It's not keeping me up at night or anything but just out of nowhere it's become quite real to me how delicate I am as a human, and how miraculous it is that I'm still living and breathing with my organs working and all of my blood inside my fragile skin. I feel like for most of my life I've been living with a wonton disregard for my own life.
But what does it mean to life like you're going to die then? Should we be careful and wrap ourselves in proverbial cotton wool, or be bold and reckless and "live life to the fullest"?
A guy was following me home a few weeks ago, I generally have a kind of "whatever happens I can handle it" attitude, but when it became apparent he really intended me harm I was struck by the knowledge of how thin my skin is and how painfully and easily I could die just because some guy decided that's what he wanted. On reflection it was an odd realisation as I've been in dangerous situations countless times, I don't know why even in those times when I did come close to death it never felt real to me. And why it does now.
I'm not sure if this is something other people grapple with or if my musings seem childish, I don't have a metric for what is normal as regards this. It would be good to know if other people have become aware of their mortality like this and if the uneasy wariness will go away tho