At the end of each and every time road you can follow or choose to seem to have lived through or made real, every path you might have chosen, you will always be able, should you be to be able, to say "I have died." Far fewer will you be able to say, "I had lived." When in doubt choose life over mere subsistence, or prolonged stagnation. Life is growing, evolving, changing, improving, or risking all for the chance of improving, or it is already like death, only the longer road circling it, but with less to see or to show for the added time, in the end only wasted. 

To be afraid of death is foolish. To long for death is wasteful. To see it as a possible obstacle, either as an actual event or as a possible threat, is to make it real your now. Best to leave it then. 

Every extra day most people live, they get a little bit older and beyond a certain age, a little bit dumber, slower, and a little less full of life. I am fortunate enough to be momentarily riding a rising swell. Every extra day I become stronger, smarter, and more filled with life. Burnout may be the inevitable end but progression can no longer be put on hold for some other time. For me, the more intense the present becomes, all other times become irrelevant and in the end, illusionary, in the figurative sense philosophically, but if time is indeed running out, in a literal sense as well. One day maybe soon, it will be for one and all either now or never. Best to prepare for that day and see it coming. As with death, it is unavoidable and in a sense everything you put off is that which you will no longer be able to do or achieve, whether you are aware of it (slowly) slipping away or not. 

Existence is a bargain or a partnership. It is a mutual agreement or a deal, but hopefully only for a limited time. Fools want to extend it indefinitely. Other fools would trash it without learning what it was. It is agreeing to be or become something in a world which for the moment agrees you can be that thing in it. That definition is not set in stone and changes continuously. Sometimes you feel a need to become something more or else, sometimes your environment dictates that you must. It is sad to be something for so long you can barely remember what it means or is like to be anything else. That static nature of reality is only one side of it. The means and requirements to keep moving to stay afloat makes all boredom and monotony really so hard to achieve requiring so much effort, such feelings are disingenuous. We either see the change and (the) inevitability about it and embrace it, or we hide our heads in the sand and clutch to the past keeping it seemingly in place and unchanging until we loose hold of it completely all at once, and lose any hope of building upon it. To remember the need to constantly change and be something new can make anything recyclable, and nothing exists that has not been endlessly recycled or will not be forever more into something new, wearing an old face or a new one. 

Life is about finding that niche where you can exist in safely yet hopefully has enough room for you to continue to grow. Otherwise you may have to consciously give up ideas of growth merely for continued existence. When you make that choice, you are already dead. 

The way most people conceive of death, either as complete non-existence or a full metamorphous, is not the case in my opinion. It is merely turning a corner you can't see what's around it until you are near it, blocked by a building as if along a city block. 

Science and religion both fail (in) seeing a beginning and an end external to themselves. Every point and time in the Universe contains the beginning and end of every other. With that in mind, the same could be said of the potential of each and every consciousness. With each new life, the Universe itself is born again, and with each death, merely shifts the focus to something else, some new other way of seeing it or being it or being within it (though not you), being with it another way.

Death is to you based on what you define yourself as. If you define yourself as your body, then you are almost nothing and will soon be even less, nothing, dead, no more, and never to be again. If you define yourself as that which makes your body alive, gives you life, where life comes from or between your body and life (source), then you will not die so soon as you might think. If you define yourself as the combination of these two, your body and what animates it, then your body's death is a parting as with everything else in this world, but it is a temporary one as time is not as permanent and all or nothing as it seems, each moves on and eventually passes again. 

It is superstition and ignorance of ourselves and by our cultures which makes us think death is something to be feared. The only thing worth fearing about death is that it will come before you get around to attempting to do that which you would most want to achieve, actualize, do, or even just be brave enough to attempt to do with or in your life, for in that respect, (the) attempting can be the goal and (if the attempt IS the goal, it) cannot be failed at (as long as it is attempted). And the results as seen by others will always be determined by forces outside yourself which you cannot control and therefore, are irrelevant. 

No big transitions, in Universe, birth, death, car accidents, anything seemingly a sudden change or creating a new set of circumstances is merely one point of a process long building and a logical extension of it. No momentous state of radical change exists except in perception and perception of relative effects. From outside the process, you can see how it is both predictable, and if not inevitable, merely another point, neither ever a beginning nor an ending so long as anything follows from it, and being circular everything both results from it and precedes it as well, enabling it simultaneously with being enabled by it. 

There is nothing about what is, even all that humanity is or is about at this point in time and its diversity or similarities, that I find worthy of any significant level of attention or interest other than what from this point's perspective one might imagine but cannot see or know what it will, could, or one day might have become. Me and the Universe are beginning to think alike. The present is only a means to an end and what exists is merely to set up what might happen which you have not yet figured out or decided what it will be next. Change is what is life, change is living, what exists now is already dead except for its capacity to become something else, only in that sense is what exists now still alive. Forms apart from how they are changing, growing, evolving into something completely different are already history, like rocks, long forgotten, irrelevant, and long ago deceased. The present and all points visible and predictable stemming from it no longer can capture my imagination or interest. I must keep resetting my sights further from it in all possible directions and locations away equally and search out new further points where those different directions merge and overlap again. What is easily knowable or attainable without constantly extending your reach in ways you cannot now yet imagine is worthless except to temporarily satisfy you, yet hinder your desire not to have more, that is greed and primitive, but from wanting to become more. 

Death is, from a physical point of view, from illness merely a failure at adaptation. From a wider view, if applicable, (it is) a more extreme form of adaptation. 

People afraid of death who cannot make peace with the idea before they die I have little sympathy with. Death is inevitable and a part of life and should be accepted as due course. When I was at peace and ready, I instead was given only an upgraded body and mind. Existence continues whether you want it to or not. Dream and accept rest if offered. 

People who see death as a chance or opportunity to escape into something else, heaven, hell, another life, another dimension of existence, miss the entire target, not just the mark. You have to realize on a meta-physical level, you are not any one thing at one place at one point in time to be in the first place, never mind how to shift that into being or becoming something else outside yourself yet still retain that essential "you-ness". You are following mentally a perceptual stream interactively, seemingly, yet without absolute (definitive at any one point in time, only perception of different things, even yourself, strung together over time like beads on a string) substance existing at an absolute moment in time. Given that perceptualization may be your only reality, thinking how to become something else when there is little but memories to give you a sense of existence at all, you can resettle into the conclusion that you exist in and are only defined by your circumstances (a web or chain of events or possible events) and what you do, and outside of that not only can you (as you are defined now) have nothing, but for you, outside of that (boundary of potential *EVENTS*) exists nothing. What never was and can never be can never not be as well. Since your existence is experiential (involving others perceptions as well) beyond what is physical, it is (even now) as timeless, eternal, and lucent as a dream, and as subjective as well. 

Past provides continuity of purpose and perspective. Future provides hope for change and freedom from (the) past by degrees (which is growth away from the past into something more than which past can ever be. Without that growth, that change, if the present is defined mainly by the past, it is a living death). 

Death as a concept is something people understand as little about today as they did 50,000 years ago and are just as superstitious about it as ever. 

Identifying yourself by, in, and through everyone's' desires to achieve, be, or experience anything equally. To be is to want to do. And to sympathize all the more when even their simplest most modest dreams are limited, frustrated, or obliterated. That is worse than even their deaths. Killing their hopes and dreams can be to kill life itself more than just individuals, and justice is finding ways to make the most overlapping non-mutually exclusive ones to one day be realized for one and for all. 

Events, people, everything, are just actualized at a certain point by certain other events, and no event is the beginning or end of anything else, just of perception of it into and out of (by) new forms and new organizations of experiences. 

While in existence, you are a part of others externalized in essence but internalized still through experience. Out of existence, you are in others more in essence though less through interaction with.