I grew up watching TV. Even if there were only 3 stations to watch and they all went off the air at midnight, right after playing the national anthem.
Of course, there were conflicts among my older brother and sister and me. But they were both gone from the house when I was about 13 or so. After they left, I watched pretty much what I wanted--back when there was no cursing or intensely bloody scenes before 8:30pm.
Now I watch favorites online. OK, I binge them on occasion.
Situations and writing have certainly changed in all these years (more than 60, I reckon) but I have noticed one thing that has stayed the same--people don't want to die.
As an onlooker in the various situations that are presented, people inevitably beg, 'Save me!'--even when they face an atrocious, extensive and/or painful recovery/life. They endure whatever forces of nature try to stand in their way to hang on.
They rarely 'go' without a fight. Like the shopping won't get done or the cleaning or gardening if they don't do it.
And, I have to wonder if they just fear the unknown or they have an idea about the 'afterlife' and aren't in a hurry to get there.
Don't get me wrong, I'm in no hurry to die. But, I'm not afraid to die.
Maybe it's because I have faith that I will eventually be with Jesus when this life is over, but I often shake my head at the dialogue.
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