In a safety obsessed society that is killing the human spirit in favor of the illusion of security, and in a safety-obsessed sport that has made diving-related death and injuries a sin, the question is begged, when and how is it okay for a human-being to die? Are we destined for abusive care, neglected, in old age homes? Is longevity and quantity somehow better than quality and substance? Is age and disease the only respectable way to go?
Since we are all going to die one day, and since society gives us so many choices as consumers, but gives us less freedom in how we live our lives, if we could have the final freedom to choose where and how we die, what would you choose?
This post is not meant to be morbid, but rather a psychological poll and a look at the mindset of modern men and women. Diving is one way we've chosen to define ourselves in life. But, if the choice were ours to make, how would we define our lives by our deaths?
Since we are all going to die one day, and since society gives us so many choices as consumers, but gives us less freedom in how we live our lives, if we could have the final freedom to choose where and how we die, what would you choose?
This post is not meant to be morbid, but rather a psychological poll and a look at the mindset of modern men and women. Diving is one way we've chosen to define ourselves in life. But, if the choice were ours to make, how would we define our lives by our deaths?
