Best of seven? DAMN RIGHT!

Maybe dying is a matter of accumulating a number of “lightning strikes”; none of them individually will do you in, but the accumulated effect leads to death. I think of it something like Monty Python’s Black Knight: the first four blows are just flesh wounds, but the fifth is the end of the line.

Interesting but somewhat heavy post here about mortality rates. I find Death to be a weird topic. I cannot understand what happened before I was born but I know it happened. I cannot understand what will happen after I die but I know it will happen. It’s something I just can’t get my head around. I do not subscribe to any belief system that has any sort of afterlife. I firmly believe that you are born and you die with nothing before and nothing after. So reading about death is odd but compelling. But I suppose that’s true for most even if you do believe in something wonderful happening after you die. Linked from that above post is a scary site. It’s the Death Probability Calculator.

Now I know that basic fitness can help (but it’s no guarantee), that there are implications from your social position and that accidents do happen but this I find scary. There is a 3.6% chance I will not make it to my 50th. I can live (ha ha) with those odds. But there is almost a 1 in 4 chance I will die by the age of 70. That means I have only 20 years left. It means if my daughters decide to have kids that there is a 23% chance I won’t be around on their 18th. Given the way politics is right now this will be the chance I will not be collecting my pension. I don’t care about the pension because that’s what old people get but I do care, really care, about those other numbers because of the personal, family and ‘bucket list’ implications.

I noted something after playing with the calculator. I am no optimist or pessimist. I like to think I am a realist. But what I noticed was that as I was looking at the graphs I was only looking at the one on the right.

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  1. I’ve been constantly thinking about this lately as I’ve made my next Birthday a significant one in my head. Just endlessly working out time and years. Leaving it late to have children means I’ll most probably never hear my grandkids say a word (let alone see them). Not sure what I think about that. But that’s just part of a constant mental monologue of “Well in x years then…”

    I think through the first portion of your life you think you can live forever. But then you hit a second portion where you start thinking “Hang on, time is really bloody important”. I hopefully have 20-30 years left and the first thought that’s been plaguing me is “Shit! That all?” But then I have already fit a pretty good life into that amount. It’s that ever present knowledge that sure I could do that length of years again and pack as much if not more in, but there’s nothing after that…

    It’s like fitting a round peg in a square hole mentally for me right now.

    That old adage about youth is wasted on the young and all that.

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