I had a very interesting, if somewhat boozy, discussion in the pub this evening... Fear of Death! I and most of my friends won't see our thirties again, and after a chance remark by one, it emerged that most of us think more about death now than we ever did (perfectly natural, as I never thought about it when younger). We all eventually agreed that the biggest fear we had was that after death, there'd just be a total cessation of being (if that makes sense). In the past when I've briefly thought about death, it's always seemed as if I'd be some sort of spectator at my own death, able to hear comments from other people about me, and 'seeing' how their lives would continue... stuff like that. However, the real possibility of death just being a 'cessation of being' is a pretty scary one; which is odd as although people may avoid paying taxes, they aren't going to avoid dying. The more I think about that possibility, the more awful it seems! Anyway, now in a more morbid frame of mind, we talked a bit about life. This cheered us up a little My thoughts at the end of the evening were pretty mixed to say the least. I'm sure that that evening in the pub was one of those milestones one reaches now and then in life; where something happens to changes one's outlook forever. When we spoke about life, it suddenly hit me that the things that gave us the most pleasure wasn't the stereo, the car or the nice house, but the family, the friends, the accomplishments (and even the failures). I think we knew this anyway, but we tend to get bogged down with the trivialities of life to really appreciate it. I nearly deleted this, but what the hell, I think I'll post it!