Just something on my mind
I've been thinking a lot about death lately. Not like death as in dying and the afterwards but just that there are many ways and possibilities that someone can die. It's more of a surprise how someone can survive a day without dying. What if this building which we put our trust in to not collapse collapsed and what if that one screw is not fixated on your ceiling fan and it comes crashing to everyone's death, what if a bomb just drops on you, what if you get run over by a car, what if an electrical item was left by the sink and you touched it while it's still operating. Human beings are very frail. We're more likely to die than those animals out in the woods even maybe or should be. We're surrounded by things that can kill us any second. I think we're very fortunate to still be breathing. Everyone just assume they'd be alive, kicking and well for quite a long while. I feel like I can laugh that I survived for 19 years now still having color in my cheeks. No one should scoff if death comes to our door any second. I wonder when/how we all first accepted the concept of death. Ever since I was young I could remember knowing that it's just what people do, die I mean. It wasn't a big thing as in "Mommy, what is death?" We never had that. We all knew that Santa Claus is a fable. Men are perverts. And people just died. It was never explained but we all knew. Although I do remember going through that phase when I was four of crying night after night envisioning loved ones being dead. But then those nights just stopped. So it's a coincidence to be watching "Six Feet Under" having had these thoughts more frequent than usual lately. It's a good series.