“young people view that death as a window into their own mortality which is something that unless they are in war or have been sick they usually are blissfully lacking self awareness of”
At age 10 I developed a rare kidney disease. By the time the docs realized what it was they told my family that I would most likely die within a day or two. They obviously missed that bet and I’m written up in a medical journal somewhere. I still have a vivid memory of an hallucinatory dream that I experienced the first days in the hospital, that otherwise I don’t remember at all. It’s pretty much one of those dreams where you are kicked out of the afterlife because you’re told it’s not your time to go. Anyway maybe that’s a reason for my curious indifference. Suffering and sorrow moves me, but death not so much.
As Mark Twain once said, “Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die!”...................