Hate living, fear dying

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If a person hates living for whatever reason, but also fears dying (whatever the reason), isn't he sort of trapped? He cannot live, but neither can he die.

It's like being caught in limbo. In Trinidad and Tobago we have a mythical creature called a jumbie. It's technically a dead child, but his soul roams the earth because he never crossed over to the land of the dead.

there is no reason to fear death, one should fear only pain.

The idea of not being ... doesn't everyone fear this?

Why fear it? You didn't fear it before you were born, which was practically an eternity, so why fear it at the other end? Being dead's fine, it's getting dead that's troubling.

[Moved from Autism Politics, Activism, and Media Representation to PPR]

Nope.

You live, you die, your body gets put in the ground and turned into compost. The End.

I find it more scary to contemplate eternal life, what exactly would you do in the second billion years that you hadn't already done a million times in the first billion years?

Learn about the universe? We haven't even scratched the surface yet. Even an eternity wouldn't be enough to learn all there is to know about the universe.

But Ole' Man Ribber

He just keeps rollin' aloooong!

The religious idea of damnation is what makes death scary.

The idea that death could be worse than life.

There is an alternative: overcome the hatred of living.

I am well aware that this is easier said than done, but there is value in looking at why one hates living. What are the things about that which are within one's power to change? What are the things that cannot be changed that can be coped with? Once we have shed our unrealistic expectations and were are left with the true impediments to happiness, they may well be fewer in number than we imagine, and more managable too.

Well said.

I hate the living but no longer fear death since my dark ascension to immortality through lichdom.

Yes it's a really trapped situation. For what it's worth I don't think life itself is hateable, it's just the things that get in the way of happiness in life that make it unbearable.