I struggled for a long time with the suicide of someone close to me.
It dawned on me years later that for all of us affected (ripped apart) by his death (age 24) that we were given a gift: suffering.
Looking back, I left my comfortable box -- dropped out of college, shaved my head and entered a monastery -- trying to make sense of it.
That broke me, several family members, and his closest friends in a way that a so called natural death might not do since it was his choice and our guilt.
If somebody gives you a kit with which you can something you need, is it still a gift? I say yes.
Mindless suffering is indeed something of no value. But mindful suffering for me has been extraordinarily valuable.
For example, I recently did my first triathlon. The training had plenty of suffering. The race was, in some ways, miserable. But because I embraced the suffering, I've grown a lot. Not just physically, but also mentally.
Losing people close to me worked similarly. The suffering was enormous. But so was the growth.
I know it would be absurd and there is a good reason we punish people who give the "gift of death" with no regards to some bizarre learning experience for the victims.
>But perhaps if you had had a more natural reaction, that the death was a bad, sad, thing.
This is the assumption I'm struggling with reading these reactions to virtualwhys. There is a sentiment that death is an enemy, a veritable monster; but more to the point, there is a sentiment that anyone who does not believe this is deranged and must be attacked.
You _did_ "call to the dirt" virtualwhys coping mechanism, because you explicitly called his reaction unnatural. Can't you see that he is grieving, too? It is a quieter, more subtle thing; neither maudlin nor overwrought, and he has quietly stepped back from the emotionally charged reactions.
But if you look, other people are stepping forward and relating their own experiences of loss in similar terms.
Personally, I find the "death is bad" to be an outgrowth of our attachment to life; an impossible attachment.
At the very least virtualwhys has received double the insensitivity of the perceived insensitivity of his initial post. You're stomping all over his experience with a friend's suicide: you _know_ that, right?
I wouldn't ask you to feel differently, but I would ask you to understand that not everyone views death the same way you do.
"Since people will eventually die, it's better not to grow attached, even more, I should welcome the death since it will inevitably happen, and not only that, the death will actually benefit me."
> You're stomping all over his experience with a friend's suicide: you _know_ that, right?
It's one thing to process death and grieving by looking for the good in it.
It's another to tell people it's a good thing, and that life is suffering so welcome death - and your death will help other people.
It's like he's telling people "don't bother living", there's no point to it.
After all he was told by his monastery how to grieve, and he's telling everyone else here how to grieve (although he did apologize if his views bothered someone).
If you simply relate what you are doing OK, but once you want people to follow your views you must also be willing to accept some opinions back, and it's OK if you disagree. (And obviously actually changing is entirely the choice of the person.)
Plus, keep in mind that he is hardly the only person reading this.
But, all that said, and reading your reply https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=5896351 I do get your point about what I am doing. It's just I VERY strongly disagree with what he said, and I couldn't just leave it unremarked.
i lost my daughter 1 year, 3 months, 29 days, 13hrs ago.
i understand what he's saying.
to frame it in a slightly different way:
there's a gift of understanding that has the potential to be far more powerful than the pain/grief/torment of the death.
It dawned on me years later that for all of us affected (ripped apart) by his death (age 24) that we were given a gift: suffering.
Looking back, I left my comfortable box -- dropped out of college, shaved my head and entered a monastery -- trying to make sense of it.
That broke me, several family members, and his closest friends in a way that a so called natural death might not do since it was his choice and our guilt.