If there were a gun to your...
Imagine if there were a gun to your head, and you were asked to mutilate, kill, torture this, say acquaintance or the stranger right in front of you.
What would you do?
My answer would be:
Well, I am a person of sane mental state and I would never, even with a gun to my head, ever bring myself the guts to take the life of another. And since I am a Christian, I know where I go after I die. Death does not cause me to shiver in fear. Go ahead, pull the trigger and spare that stranger his life. And make sure my heroic act gets on the front page tomorrow.
Oh, listen to my righteousness. If I think like this, young and innocent as I am, why can't wiser men out there make the same choice?
That's why!
And no later than 5 seconds did the answer hit me.
Some men fear death not because they merely want to hold on to their lives. But because their death may cause more pain to their loved ones than what they're going through.
This death means a sudden end to the job that earns the money to send the kids to school. To keep the food on the table. To have Noche Buena while opening the gifts. To check in the high end hotel with the hot secretary.
And then I realized, the fear of death that renders them vulnerable is not because of cowardice, but because they think first of others.
Then it sinks in that I am adamant about death only because of my self-centeredness and immaturity. Death to me is just an escape from the carnal world, and I don't mind taking it. (And why does the word centeredness get red squiggly lines under it while I type? It's a real word, isn't it?)
Perhaps, if I get mature, have someone to depend and trust on me, I might be able to fear my life dissolve. There might be something in this world I've got to give that I can't afford to die just yet. Something I would kill a stranger for.
"Ernest Hemmingway once wrote: The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.
I agree with the second part." Detective Somerset
My ironic situation of immaturity.
OK LA, it's Christmastime by the way and this blog doesn't have any "Jesus loves you" in it or whatever.
Should I end this entry like this? It was getting so good.
Screenshots are from Morgan Freeman's movie, Se7en which I just watched before writing the entry. Highly recommended.
What would you do?
My answer would be:
Well, I am a person of sane mental state and I would never, even with a gun to my head, ever bring myself the guts to take the life of another. And since I am a Christian, I know where I go after I die. Death does not cause me to shiver in fear. Go ahead, pull the trigger and spare that stranger his life. And make sure my heroic act gets on the front page tomorrow.
Oh, listen to my righteousness. If I think like this, young and innocent as I am, why can't wiser men out there make the same choice?
That's why!
And no later than 5 seconds did the answer hit me.
Some men fear death not because they merely want to hold on to their lives. But because their death may cause more pain to their loved ones than what they're going through.
This death means a sudden end to the job that earns the money to send the kids to school. To keep the food on the table. To have Noche Buena while opening the gifts. To check in the high end hotel with the hot secretary.
And then I realized, the fear of death that renders them vulnerable is not because of cowardice, but because they think first of others.
Then it sinks in that I am adamant about death only because of my self-centeredness and immaturity. Death to me is just an escape from the carnal world, and I don't mind taking it. (And why does the word centeredness get red squiggly lines under it while I type? It's a real word, isn't it?)
Perhaps, if I get mature, have someone to depend and trust on me, I might be able to fear my life dissolve. There might be something in this world I've got to give that I can't afford to die just yet. Something I would kill a stranger for.
"Ernest Hemmingway once wrote: The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.
I agree with the second part." Detective Somerset
My ironic situation of immaturity.
OK LA, it's Christmastime by the way and this blog doesn't have any "Jesus loves you" in it or whatever.
Should I end this entry like this? It was getting so good.
Screenshots are from Morgan Freeman's movie, Se7en which I just watched before writing the entry. Highly recommended.