Often times, quality can be better than quantity—when it comes to life for example. Why eek it out to 100 years if you can be fairly certain that you’re going to live in agony when you could have a higher quality of life by living only half as long? I think in many cases, people might choose the former (quantity) because they’re afraid of death.
I am not a proponent of survival at all costs, when survival entails suffering. I do not want someone to suffer in agony for me. I would rather they drink and be merry and enjoy what the remainder of their days has to offer rather than wither away and weather the suffering of survival or slowly slipping away.
But I suppose in the end, it’s not about what I want. If someone wants to suffer for my sake, what am I to do about it? What am I to do if, on the other hand, they are among that group of people who choose quantity over quality because of a fear of death? Even then, it’s not so cut and dry. It’s not always certain that someone will suffer through survival. And—perhaps this is black and white thinking, but—what does “survival” really mean when ultimately life ends in death?
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