The Fight for Death

We have tons of comments about how say a hardcore gladiator match can be a fight to the death, or physically ill people may fight against death, but in all this semantics, I think we've all just convoluted the idea that we're all really just fighting for death.

That doesn't necessarily mean that we're all just racing to see who can die first (some of us might be), but rather that we do all of this in order to control our inevitable fate.  What we're doing is fighting for the control of our own deaths.  We know that as of now, there is no denying death infinitely, so we do the only thing we know how to - we seek control.  Think about it, in many movies, we hear dialogue alluding how it isn't the person's time to go, or that they refuse to be taken by death in certain circumstances; this basically lends itself to the idea that we know we will all die eventually, but we want to do it on our terms.

While the whole notion of dying on our own terms may be a somewhat noble idea, it's also pointless.  Death isn't personified - you're not thwarting anyone if you die on your own terms.  Death is also inevitable - it doesn't matter what you do, you will die.  We try to get this last little peace of mind in our search for control over death, but it's pointless because death doesn't give a shit how we die, nor is the last bit of peace of mind even something that can give us peace of mind because we would be dead by the time we realized this peace of mind.

The notion of "it's not their time" is also a ridiculous thing.  "Their time [to die]" is by definition the time that someone actually dies, so whenever they die (whether it be at the innocent age of 10, or the ripe old age of 90), it is indeed their time to die (not in any divinely predetermined sense).

Really, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter when any of us die.  The important thing is just that someday, we all do.