This makes me wonder if it's better to be aware of your mortality at a young age or when you're older. The shyt hit me in my early 20's and I was legit shook for years after that. I can't imagine going through my teens, doing all the insane shyt I did, with that big of knowledge.
I was going through life like God was my body vest.
I couldn't say, but as far as my children goes, I have to find a partner who isn't interested in indoctrinating our kids.
I don't want to have a child who will eschew critical thinking about subjects and credit it to God. Just do what humans should
do and admit we don't know. Coping mechanisms lead to delusions. I wouldn't rush to let my kid know about it, but if a pet or
relative dies and my child is old enough to ask, I have no reason to make up stories. I don't want them to have that "crisis of faith"
like I did. Couldn't sleep, couldn't focus, was worried about death for the longest. Been lied to enough that I didn't know if
I should have been afraid of death or not, and it made me afraid of living. That isn't fair to do to a kid.