How do you deal with feeling your mortality?

[Tomas_Miles_again]

If you've ever found this a problem, how do you deal with it?

[_schizo321437]

Nope. Can't die.

[Lannistark]

You can always try religion.

[Osiris]

drink solves all problems

[darmaster]

I'm glad I can die, I'll always be thankful for this to whoever or whatever made it possible.

[BASNAK]

Go to sleep.

[Macropus]

I'm okay with that.

[_schizo321437]

"This weariness creeps into my bones
like ice in the winter on a lake.
It happens slow but steadily
and it hurts to stay awake.

No amount of stretching
will shake the drear from me
My drooping eyelids cry for peace
They’re tired of being forced to see.

My aching limbs and foggy mind
have turned against me now
"Just let go and let us rest!
To Sleep and Death we must bow.”

[Tibe]

Pretty happy that I can die. Immortality is something id imagine my personal hell to be like. We are people. We eventually get bored of everything. The only downside is if you live long, eventually u are gonna reach the stage where u cant even wipe your own ass anymore and every part of your body aches.

[Radament]

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."

-H.P.L

[Havoco]

There is no life without death. Remember the dead so u may find life more fruitful.

Edit: I know it seems really emo, but it definitely helps with the loss of relatives and friends. Provides closure

[Oberyn]

One of my fav poems.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[HardRice]

Accept it. 

[Oberyn]

[Leshma]

Thing I fear the most is loss of my beloved ones. Myself have no fear of death, not anymore. Would like to live forever but don't think that's my right.