Do you agree that there's a certain charm to dying in one's prime as opposed to dying old?

[Ambivalent1]

I wonder why that is.

 

[tary]

Because people will forever remember you in your prime, (relatively) young and still with potential to achieve even more. That makes it sadder and more romantic than for example someone old and terminally ill just ending their suffering.

 

[Fraggle77]

Yes I agree. After working for years in a hospital setting, getting old with all its ailments and troubles is not something I want to achieve. People just exist. They are dead but alive.

 

[Ambivalent1]

Because people will forever remember you in your prime, (relatively) young and still with potential to achieve even more. That makes it sadder and more romantic than for example someone old and terminally ill just ending their suffering.

Yes, I will be like Dorian Gray forever beautiful and sublime! All will worship me and despair hehehe

 

[bigdog]

If you know that you will achieve much more and are having fun first of all you won't be on this site if you know your life would be downhill from here or average crap which you don't like than it can be a rational decision in my sole opinion.

 

[KuriGohan&Kamehameha]

In my own personal situation, I can't imagine myself getting old because I would lack any of the things that make life at that stage bearable.

Once I asked my grandmother, who is in her 80s and starting to accumulate lots of health problems, lost my grandpa who she was married to for decades, can no longer work etc, how does she manage to cope with this stage of life, because it seems so difficult to grow old.

She said she has to survive because of her grandchildren, and another relative she cares for. She feels an obligation to keep being a provider even in these twilight years, so she finds the pain of aging worthwhile due to the responsibility and sense of duty she has towards her family.

But someone like me? I am in poor health, I will never marry, never have children, likely be unable to work, once my grandma is dead I have no one in this world, no talents, no dreams that could be achieved, and growing older in such a state is one of the most profound and disturbing horrors that I could ever conceive.

Dying now, "in my prime" is just a far better alternative to me than getting older and watching everything around me wilt to time, while gaining absolutely nothing of value. All of the problems that I have now would most certainly get worse with age. Also, I'd rather be remembered as a young and youthful girl rather than a breathing corpse left to die in a care home all alone.

 

[FuneralCry]

At least to me it would be preferable to cease existing as soon as possible, as I view it as being better to never exist at all, I certainly think that it's more appealing to die at a younger age as the less years spent trapped here in this hellish world, the better. Ageing certainly is something that is horrible to me and I see no value in this futile process where we are only destined to deteriorate from age and die anyway. Dying sooner prevents so much meaningless, unnecessary suffering as in this world there is the potential to suffer to extreme amounts. I very much envy those who died younger than me, those who no longer exist that are free from the cruel burden that is existence truly are fortunate to me.

 

[Ambivalent1]

At least to me it would be preferable to cease existing as soon as possible, as I view it as being better to never exist at all, I certainly think that it's more appealing to die at a younger age as the less years spent trapped here in this hellish world, the better. Ageing certainly is something that is horrible to me and I see no value in this futile process where we are only destined to deteriorate from age and die anyway. Dying sooner prevents so much meaningless, unnecessary suffering as in this world there is the potential to suffer to extreme amounts. I very much envy those who died younger than me, those who no longer exist that are free from the cruel burden that is existence truly are fortunate to me.

You seem like you know what you want, so why continue to live? Is it only SI that's stopping you?

 

[İnilerim]

I agree in the sense that although I don't really see a "charm" in it, I feel revulsion towards the idea of slowly rotting away and then ending; it's both the figurative rot and decay of my potentials and desires crumbling away as well as my body, in the literal sense.

I really really wanted to be dead before 30, and I feel an urgency to hurry before everything gets even worse.

 

[FuneralCry]

You seem like you know what you want, so why continue to live? Is it only SI that's stopping you?

Suicide isn't exactly straightforward in this world sadly. I think that if there was the option to just cease existing without risks and complications then I doubt that this site would exist. What keeps me trapped here is the lack of access to peaceful and reliable suicide methods which is a consequence of existing in this anti choice society.

 

[Ambivalent1]

I agree in the sense that although I don't really see a "charm" in it, I feel revulsion towards the idea of slowly rotting away and then ending; it's both the figurative rot and decay of my potentials and desires crumbling away as well as my body, in the literal sense.

I really really wanted to be dead before 30, and I feel an urgency to hurry before everything gets even worse.

My life got worse once I turned 30. Maybe because I'm sedentary. I don't know.

Suicide isn't exactly straightforward in this world sadly. I think that if there was the option to just cease existing without risks and complications then I doubt that this site would exist. What keeps me trapped here is the lack of access to peaceful and reliable suicide methods which is a consequence of existing in this anti choice society.

Are you waiting for your area to legalize euthanasia like Canada, Belgium, Switzerland?

 

[TheSadStranger]

Well as for me there isn't much charm. My life up to this point has been hell. My biological father was an abusive drug dealer. He cheated on my mom and laid hands on her. The straw that broke the camel's back was when he broke into our house and robbed us at gunpoint and told my mother to file for bankruptcy. My mother divorced him and I haven't seen him since. He's got 20 years now for dealing drugs. My mother got remarried to an even worse abusive asshole. He used me as his personal punching bag. I've been thrown from 3+ flights of stairs. I lost count how many times I've been beaten to a blood pulp. It continued this way until I was 16 when DCS got involved because my sister's boyfriend tipped them off. He never beat my or his kids. He only beat me his stepson. I was born as a high functioning autistic with ADD, ADHD, and OCD. However I was gifted with a exceptionally high IQ and excelled in almost every subject (given that the teacher was willing to make certain accommodations). I never had many friends, but I did have a few. I was never really happy in my life except for a 9 month window last year. I've had a handful of romantic relationships. Throughout my life but never really connected with anyone until I fell for a friend of mine. He almost immediately felt the same way. Life was great and I finally felt like I had made it. All of my pain and suffering had finally paid off. I was on Cloud 9. Things were great we were happy and for the first time in my life I had a dream. My dream was to make him happy in life by whatever means necessary. I especially excelled in science and with computers. I got into coding when I was 10 and I liked finding holes in security. I planned on going into cyber security so I could provide for him and I. My dream was almost within my grasp. Then like a cruel joke everything came crashing down. He was driving me home from school, and we got in a terrible car crash. He was never the same after that. The person I knew essentially died in that crash. He shut me out for 2 months and when I decided to finally break up with him it broke my heart to do it. I had to do it over text since he ghosted me and our friend group. He told me he thought we already broke up and he was cheating on me for those 2 months that he ghosted me. That genuinely was the most pain I've ever felt in one moment. The one person I cared about the most in my life stabs me in the back and acts like nothing happened. I later pressed him for closure and explained that the crash changed him and he lost feelings. He didn't know how to say it and he didn't want to hurt me. It was all my fault. If I had only walked home that day...things might have been better. Life was a cruel joke with a sick demented punchline at this point and just when I thought it couldn't get worse it did. I started having breathing problems and chest pains. I went to the doctor and was told that I had (3C) stage 3 non-small cell lung cancer. I was told to spend the next 13 months with my loved ones.

My faith is all that I have left.

I have never really had much in life and when I did I blew it.

Sorry for trauma dumping it's just that this post kinda made me feel worse because I never even got the choice to grow old or experience life.

Who knows miracles happen and I might get better.

 

[FuneralCry]

Are you waiting for your area to legalize euthanasia like Canada, Belgium, Switzerland?

I don't think they ever will, I live in the UK which is very anti suicide. Instead of suicide becoming less stigmatised reliable methods are becoming more and more restricted.

 

[nopride86]

I agree in the sense that although I don't really see a "charm" in it, I feel revulsion towards the idea of slowly rotting away and then ending; it's both the figurative rot and decay of my potentials and desires crumbling away as well as my body, in the literal sense.

I really really wanted to be dead before 30, and I feel an urgency to hurry before everything gets even worse.

Tell me about it. I'm turning 30 in two days and I feel worse about it than ever. 20 years ago I made a pact to myself to be gone by now….I was so naive in thinking that it could be so easy to accomplish.

I see no grace in living to the very end. Our telomeres shortening, and the pain of decay that comes with it. My grandma is 92, she's a walking bloated corpse and I feel so bad to see her in this state.

My mom is 62. She has a lot of desire left in life but she doesn't know that she's on the downswing. Her life objectively sucks and if I were her I'd end it now. I'm doomed to follow in her footsteps unless I end it soon too.

 

[WorthlessTrash]

Not so much that there's a charm in dying younger. It's that there's no reward to growing old.