Just a thought....
Okay, so first off, I know that "life is a gift," and all that jazz. But, I was thinking something today. We are all living, essentially, to die. It's the final, inevitable chapter in all of our lives. With so many ways to go, and with the knowledge that it could happen at any minute, I don't understand why I, or anyone else, can't just throw caution to the wind and do anything they want, anytime they want.
We all seek to make our novel longer with things that "slow down" the basic process of life, when the truth is: There is NO way to stop death. It's arguable as to whether it is possible or even worth it sometimes to postpone it. Now I know I'm treading on sensitive ground here, so please don't misunderstand me. I've just been thinking from a different angle today, and I do treasure every human life...I just think that I may have come to terms with my own mortality awhile ago, and don't think I really have much of a say in how I'm ended (KNOWN health risks aside people.)
Why then, I suppose my question is, don't I quite my job and hitch my way cross-country, having all sorts of crazy adventures. I would meet eccentrics in Nevada the likes of which most human eyes will never see...I would be chased out of a barn in Wyoming for sleeping with a farmer's daughter, when I was clearly asked not to...I would stop a jumper from atop a Chicago highrise...
Fuck it. I'm gonna go take a nap. I gotta work tomorrow.
We all seek to make our novel longer with things that "slow down" the basic process of life, when the truth is: There is NO way to stop death. It's arguable as to whether it is possible or even worth it sometimes to postpone it. Now I know I'm treading on sensitive ground here, so please don't misunderstand me. I've just been thinking from a different angle today, and I do treasure every human life...I just think that I may have come to terms with my own mortality awhile ago, and don't think I really have much of a say in how I'm ended (KNOWN health risks aside people.)
Why then, I suppose my question is, don't I quite my job and hitch my way cross-country, having all sorts of crazy adventures. I would meet eccentrics in Nevada the likes of which most human eyes will never see...I would be chased out of a barn in Wyoming for sleeping with a farmer's daughter, when I was clearly asked not to...I would stop a jumper from atop a Chicago highrise...
Fuck it. I'm gonna go take a nap. I gotta work tomorrow.