5 steps forward lead to your grave
The crocodile hunter guy died (I know, it's everywhere). Now, I never really watched his show, nor thought much about the guy. In fact, he always came across as a bit of a wank, but for whatever reason his death seems very surreal to me.
Of course, the nature of his death is a bit weird. It's extremely rare to die from a stingwray barb. It's just that the poor guy happened to take it right up under his ribcage and directly into his heart.
Perhaps it is because the guy was so over the top ... thinking of the man as dead doesn't seem quite right.
And this has me thinking about death in general. I figure as I get older, death is going to become more commonplace in my life. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that I haven't had to deal with it up until this point. I can't really think of anyone close to me who has died. But anyway, I hope that I never hear of someone's death and think to myself "Good riddance. I hated that f'in bastard and the world is better of without him/her."
Granted, there were a great deal of people I didn't like in high school, and there are a great deal of people in life in general that I do not like, but to rejoice in someone's death seems a bit much to me. Hey, I am sure the world really would be better off without a lot of people (myself included); however, we still lose something every time.
I'm not really sure where I am going with this. I've been in a very contemplative mood since last night. Walked (more like jogged so I wouldn't get hit by cars) across Union Deposit Rd last night so I could find a neighborhood to walk around in. Hour and a half later I look up and realize I don't really know where I'm at, but it doesn't matter to me.
I keep telling myself that there must be a point to all of this, and if not a point, there must be something out there in life that can at least stiffle this feeling of restlesness a bit. I look forward and I look behind me and everything is a blur. I feel as though I am destined (I used to hate the notion, but in my old age it seems destiny is there whether I like him to be or not) to just wander.
And why not? There are all types of people out there. No guarantee you will ever find your place in life. So, I'll just keep walking. If nothing else, the journey will give me plenty to forget.
Of course, the nature of his death is a bit weird. It's extremely rare to die from a stingwray barb. It's just that the poor guy happened to take it right up under his ribcage and directly into his heart.
Perhaps it is because the guy was so over the top ... thinking of the man as dead doesn't seem quite right.
And this has me thinking about death in general. I figure as I get older, death is going to become more commonplace in my life. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that I haven't had to deal with it up until this point. I can't really think of anyone close to me who has died. But anyway, I hope that I never hear of someone's death and think to myself "Good riddance. I hated that f'in bastard and the world is better of without him/her."
Granted, there were a great deal of people I didn't like in high school, and there are a great deal of people in life in general that I do not like, but to rejoice in someone's death seems a bit much to me. Hey, I am sure the world really would be better off without a lot of people (myself included); however, we still lose something every time.
I'm not really sure where I am going with this. I've been in a very contemplative mood since last night. Walked (more like jogged so I wouldn't get hit by cars) across Union Deposit Rd last night so I could find a neighborhood to walk around in. Hour and a half later I look up and realize I don't really know where I'm at, but it doesn't matter to me.
I keep telling myself that there must be a point to all of this, and if not a point, there must be something out there in life that can at least stiffle this feeling of restlesness a bit. I look forward and I look behind me and everything is a blur. I feel as though I am destined (I used to hate the notion, but in my old age it seems destiny is there whether I like him to be or not) to just wander.
And why not? There are all types of people out there. No guarantee you will ever find your place in life. So, I'll just keep walking. If nothing else, the journey will give me plenty to forget.