My feelings about my mortality are less selfish than they used to be. I used to affect a cavalier attitude to death; now I see it from my son's perspective.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The death of my own son has made me more sensitive. It's made me more compassionate.
When you're a kid, you have this feeling like you're indestructible. Your mortality doesn't even occur to you. But as time goes by, you realize, 'I better cut this out or that out if I want to continue to exist.'
Having lost people when they were young, you feel intimately acquainted with mortality, I guess. Though I procrastinate worse than anybody.
I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle.
I don't take things for granted, because everything feels more fragile. It's made me wonder about mortality and how long you've got somebody in the world. I'm more fearful than I used to be.
Accepting your own mortality is like eating your vegetables: You may not want to do it, but it's good for you.
Like most parents, I think, my children have been the source of some of my most intense joys and despairs, my deepest moral dilemmas and greatest moral achievements.
I was kind of a selfish child, who always wanted things his way, and I've kind of taken that over into my relationship with the world.
I have an obsession with mortality. I saw a friend die when I was 18, and I can't get over it.
And yet, I suppose you mourn the loss or the death of what you thought your life was, even if you find your life is better after. You mourn the future that you thought you'd planned.
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