We all have one thing destined to be in our future. Death is imminent. We’re not immortal so death is something in all of our futures. We know very little of what happens after death and what it feels like. Maybe we suffer and feel horrible pain. Maybe we’ll feel great and a sense of relief. But we all fear death in some way.
The fear of the unknown is something very real. We hate the fact that those who visit death never come back. We can only imagine what it’s like. But some of us are more open to the idea than others. Some of us embrace death at every corner. It breeds a whole different lifestyle. But if we could know when and where we would die, would you want to know?
Here’s my thoughts on why I would or wouldn’t want to know when I’d die.
That’s a major decision. If you could know when you were going to die, it would change your whole life. There’s so much change that would happen in your life. It doesn’t matter if the date is soon or later. We’d all want to change how we’re spending our time. Most likely, we’d want to do more things that matter.
That’s great. Many of us waste time on a daily basis. We do so many things that doesn’t add any real value to our lives. We waste time trying to impress people we don’t really care about. We stress about problems that aren’t that significant to us. That’s all sad. And if we knew when death was approaching we just might change a lot of those things.
But that’s not all that would change. Our mindset would change. We would go from living life in a sense of harmony and peace to a sense of stress and urgency. That’s horrible. That’s what would worry me the most. I’m already an overthinker. I’m always spending a lot of time thinking about things in depth. So adding the date of my death would make things much worse.
It would be unbearable. I can only imagine the thoughts that would go through my mind. It would start of innocent. I would think about how I want to spend more time with family and friends. I would want to spend more time being happy. But not fake happy, I would want real happiness in my life.
Then things would get very dark. I would start thinking about the hours, days, and years I wasted. I would resent myself for not spending more time on important things. Then I would think of all the things I most likely won’t accomplish. Just imagine that. I’ll have a finite timeline on my life. I can no longer dream as if I’m going to live until my hundreds.
And the worst part of it all is the way I would live the rest of that life. I would be in a constant state of anxiety. I would be thinking about doing something of value with each and every second I have. The problem is we can’t do something valuable twenty four seven. I would be stressed about not making the most of the time I have left.
All these things could happen right now. But they don’t. They don’t happen because I don’t have the date of my death at the front of my mind. I know I will die. But I don’t have to think about the exact time and all the things I’m doing wrong right now. That information would be so much of a burden to live with. The truth is sometimes ignorance really is bliss.