I'd rather die a violent death
I despise the idea of a peaceful death and dread one in helpless humiliation, like a hospital bed. I'd like to die like a warrior, in bloody fight, by blade or bullet. Fighting till the end..
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I despise the idea of a peaceful death and dread one in helpless humiliation, like a hospital bed. I'd like to die like a warrior, in bloody fight, by blade or bullet. Fighting till the end..
Not even military, rig yourself up with as many guns and explosives as he wants and go ham on terrorists or communists. Make sure to have a deadman trigger on those explosives. :)
You sound like my father.
“A cree warrior only dies by his family if he is lucky enough to survive all his battles”
So if you were with me, would you still wanna die a violent death?
Not even me... say I’m not even in the picture.
Say if you had a wife, or a child.
Think about it.
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(Edit: OP, where are you from, anyways?)
You did good making me think, dear. Lifting me from my atavistic gloom, even for a moment. Yet if I have to be honest..
What came to me though was the story of Mark Antony and Cleopatra and it's bittersweet sadness transcending history and ages.
Say, don't you see some beauty in it, them two dying together, forever young. I can imagine him facing the blades to protect her for a last moment of farewell.
No, let's shake it off. That's naive, really. It's so much worth being alive still. So far one can make it beautiful. Or learn another lesson we are send here to be taught after all.
When the noise of the ego quiets for a moment, the silent wisdom speaks within.
Thank you again for being here for me, darling. You are such a sweetheart.
Saying I'd rather have this kind of death, I've not set my mind on dying for it's own sake, don't worry.
I'm from far away across the ocean, on the magnificent west coast of the Black sea.
Ah yes. The poetic story of Mark Antony and Cleopatra. It is a beautiful one.
Romania? Or Bulgaria. My ex lover was from Sofia, born and raised. He was very handsome.
..And you’re welcome. That’s what I’m here for; hefty reassurance. ❤️❤️
Amazing. I'd have never imagined. Seems like we Bulgarians have quite a stealth presence where I'd not expect. It's hilarious how everyone here assumes by default that everyone else is American, and occasionally turns out they happen not to be.
I don't know if I can compare with him but I won't even try. Just be myself and see where it goes.
It's sweet how you ended it. That shall be our hearts beating one against another.
Forgive me for not responding for a while. I had some family issues. You all seem like (Bulgarians) you'd be a rarity outside of Bulgaria, but apparently not. They were everywhere when I was growing up.
As for you comparing to Anastas... you don't even have to think about that. I don't compare my lovers.
Hope you're well.
Hopefully you will die peacefully in your sleep when your old, and decrepit.
I think most "peaceful" deaths really means weeks, months or even years of suffering from illness beforehand, and there may actually be less total suffering in a brutal one. It makes sense. I also get the rush of actually fighting for something even though I have never done that. But either way don't try to actively pursue your death and if you go into the military be aware you could might as well end up permanently handicapped as dead, or being taken as a captive. Its really something you should take very seriously, our fantasies aren't always ideal in reality
And if you get cancer or something? (not saying I wish it upon you, just pointing out the possibility that you could get it)