There are people who have generally come to terms with what is not going to change. And there are those who think death is an imposition for the absolute biggest mess that can happen to a person. I belong to the last variety. I could never get used to the idea that this life might come to an end – Yes, Yes, I know – to come to an end.
Immediately close death came to me luckily, never, and where I could not repress, I have advanced to me. Like just now, as I write these lines, and the conversation with the friend slide, which mourns the loss of her mother. My condolences, I Packed in an envelope, by Post it is easier. Proud I'm not on it.
I would like to change this, and to me, at least for the duration of a Coffee Klatch on the topic.
"Death Positive" finds more and more followers
The cake on the counter is decorated with a Skull and crossbones. An older gentleman with a sparkling stone in the nose sitting in front of a beer, a young woman hiding in her enormous woollen scarf. The small Bernese quarter Café is filled to the last seat, against twenty people have found this evening to talk about the death.
The idea goes back to the Swiss sociologist Bernard Crettaz, 2004 in new castle with the first "Café Mortel" movement was initiated, which today is spread in over sixty countries, and especially in the United States under the slogan of "Death Positive" (derived from "Sex Positive"), more and more followers. The rules of the "Death cafe" are simple: Talk about Dying, no one needs to speak, but everyone is allowed, and all to hear. The conversations do not have therapeutic purposes and also if Christian Walti, has been invited to this evening, is a reformed pastor, it's not about Religion. You talk here with Strangers about what we exclude under Next: the taboo of death.
Of the approximately 65'000 people die every year in Switzerland, succumb to around 10,000 sudden cardiac death.
"death is coming, hopefully in my sleep, quickly and unexpectedly," says a woman. Platitude, I think, but not even I would noticed prefer nothing of my own death? I can't imagine a life after that, I would have beaten in this way, the death of a trick. I would have died, but I wouldn't have been really. Of the approximately 65'000 people die every year in Switzerland, succumb to at least around 10,000 sudden cardiac death. Also the not always totally unexpected, but he comes suddenly. A blessing in disguise? How cowardly this is, to me, as the man with the nose piercing takes the floor. He got to see as a nurse, many people die, but still no experience with death, after all, he was still alive. "I want to experience death consciously, as I live the life aware. Joy in life, joy in the Die, that is my goal."
what I'm afraid of actually? Again and again people tell me that it would be OK for you, if you were to die tomorrow I meet. You would have lived your life intense and nothing is left out, the Problem is only the other had. Me the deeply insecure. If I'm living wrong? On The Back Burner? Anyway, tomorrow would be too early.
What people regret
"Five things to regret Dying at the most," was the Bestseller of the Australian nurse Bronnie Ware from 2012. Most of the people not repented at the end of your life, that you had the courage to live your own dreams. That's why people create lists of things you want to experience before you die: The "Bucket List" has become since the eponymous movie of 2007 to the winged word. Dive with sharks, parachute jumps out of a plane, sail around the world? But even in Hollywood, I came to the realization that these things are not really important.
Anyone with thoughts on the good death, which is clear to me that thinking about the good life. However, as the good life goes? There is a life free from external constraints? And how to get what you really want to know? The Chinese would be put in front of important decisions in a coffin, to find out if your Plan feels right, I've heard. Others present themselves occasionally, your own funeral. The music, the menu, the flowers. Perhaps this is also a Form of location-determination: as long As the guests, a little sad, but also quite hilarious, you can't have it done so wrong.
If the thought of the finite is more bearable, if one lifts the taboo, the end of even celebrating?
I try the round in the "Death Café" answers to the question of the right of life out of, with a desperation that surprised me. I notice how I blush and how good it feels at the same time. If the thought of the finite is more bearable, if one lifts the taboo, the end of even celebrating? Maybe. But not because death is better.
The death was a disaster, as even in the middle of the society has died. He smelled it, gasped, sighed, hurt. I don't think that you can learn how to Die, but I can learn to accept that death is in every sense the last; but by Far not the only mess of life. Just when I resigned to being occupied, to me, can I stand in the Knowledge of my finiteness of boring meetings, once again, the computer problem of the parents and remove the dishwasher to eliminate and still live a full life.
Created: 24.04.2019, 19:19 PM