It would seem. -written 02-11-2004
The topic of death, and passing.
Not an easy thing to come to terms with, leaving this mortal coil, but recent events have made the presence of the idea very dominant in my life. My life has become plagued with death. Not more than a month ago, a cousin I didn’t know well was murdered, and now I live to find that my mothers new co-worker and close friends son died in a car accident. It would seem that it is getting closer and closer to me, and I wish it away with all my heart.
It can come in any shape or form, and I am lucky enough to say I have not yet come into full contact with it as of yet, though I daresay my time is nigh. Within my own household, my two dogs, 14 and 15 in age are already beyond their lifespan on this earth and I couldn’t bear to think of life without them in this house. From my earliest memory they have been a part of this house, a part of it, and of this family. But on the larger scale, my grandmother and my yei-ya (Greek grandmother) are nearing their stories final line, and I have all but regret. For each I know too little. My grandmother on my dads side, who has given me my royal blood descended from the King of England in ages past, has a life’s story to be told thrice and ne’er be tired of. I have not heard this story, the one of heroic survival, the one that made the crossing to Australia and lived the rough life, the one that watched this small town of Darwin grow with nurture and love. Nor have I heard the tale of my Mediterranean descent. The tale from old Greece, where I get my curly hair and my lust for love, where my mother came from.
Though I despise them for what they have made me become, my parents gave me life I live today, the life that cheats death and avoids the trespass of danger. I owe it to them for my breath, my heart, my soul, my mind and my curly hair… (The latter be filled with blame, daresay)
Every life in this world has a story, one trail that, that person has walked alone along this mortal coil. It may not matter to you the stories of people in the world, but closer to home, within your friends and family is a whole world of life. Life in the form of experience, in the form of story. Many generations walk this planet and their stories are forgotten, every person has a right to live and thrive.
It rubbed a string in my heart that plays a soft song when I heard my mum tell me of how one man, who is now in a wheelchair because a rugby accident 25 years ago said:
“Why didn’t he take me? Why didn’t God take my life instead of his? I am useless to this world and the people around me.”
Words like those deserve pity and respect, pity for the submission of this man to life and its outcomes… that he should wish his life be over because of its eventualities. But respect because of his willingness to have his life taken to spare that of someone more “worthwhile”.
Such a statement makes the Siren of ambivalence ring a song inside me that quells feelings I can’t control.
Why should someone die?! Why should someone want to die?! What good does death bring?! Are humans flawed because of our ability to love?! Is the greatest weakness of humanity also that which is its greatest strength?!
I say, that the answer to one of the biggest questions of relative thought:
“Why can’t we kill humans?”
Is because someone will be sad.
People will weep if lives are lost, and no life goes unnoticed in this world.
I used to think my life worthless, hell I didn’t care if death stole me from this life without anyone noticing. Until I realised that if I died, if my life was wasted, people would cry, for me and for my memory, and it was then I really noticed how many eyes would be wet at my passing. I came to realise the worth of my existence in other people’s hearts.
The statement “Live never to forget” means more than just hold your memories close to you; it holds relevance in holding the memories of other people.
If someone dies people will remember them, and the impact they had on their lives. The stronger you live, the greater your memory will be, the more eternal your existence shall become.
I live to exist in the hearts of as many people as I can, to earn their respect and love and take my place in the stars when it’s my turn to leave this life. Not because of greed or arrogance, but because if I don’t make the most of myself, the people who care about me will cry… someone will weep if my memory is lost.
The new reality of death I have found myself walking in has made me pull those around me closer to me for fear of its unpredictability striking again.
However,
In doing so I have realised something I would have near ignored in a situation like this.
Life
It seems contradictory to say, but when you come into contact with death on a grand or small scale, you also come into contact with Life; the balance of the universe makes it so. It was the principle of equivalent trade that existed in alchemy and has become more or less the foundation of the nature of human beings today.
The presence of life surrounds us as equally as the presence of death, the difference is that an ending is more impacting than a beginning. People seem to care more about trees being cut down than caring for ones just planted. A person reacts to an ending more than a beginning because of the principle behind it, which is why a greater understanding need be obtained. Because death and other forms of ends are so absolute and unable to be changed that humans have the greatest inability accepting something they cannot manipulate with science, research or knowledge. Humans have struggled to overcome all obstacles in life, but death can never be overcome and it presence in this world will be as constant as the life is.
Learning to appreciate what remains after what once was is hard. Other people probably know more than I do, without a doubt or argument. However, I understand the way that a person reacts to death, and what kind of impacts it can have on someone’s life.
I have become to someone, someone they lost. One of my friends looks at me and sees a friend that died near 6 years ago. I have become the life of death, and I understand a way in which death can be overcome. I make her happy because I am the memory of someone she loved (loves) and it’s made me aware of the importance of memories. An existence of someone can be kept inside your heart and only that person can influence how strong the memory is.
I’ll continue this another time…
It’s another time.
I don’t have the net because my beastly comp is in my room and the house comp is at the VET (not my fault! Porn related spywares do not house Trojans… :D or mebbe dey do)
I just have another thing to say,
Out of it all I conclude, that true, death is inevitable, and is the grand finale of everything that live, around you and all you keep close to you, death will be in their lives and will be their climax.
HOWEVER! Life is unavoidable, no matter where you turn you see it, no matter how fast you run its right behind you, your part of it, in it, living it, knowing it and THAT is the greatest part about death. Is that you are given the chance to make it all worthwhile.
Dream you’ll live forever, live like you’ll die tomorrow.
“As each actor struts and frets his time upon the stage.”
-not sure if that’s right but that’s about all I can remember from that verse. If anyone knows, is it a soliloquy? Coz Shakin’spears is a g0d.- (I THINK it’s Hamlet, I never studied the text, merely breezed through it.)
Neway...
I have some thinking to do, and some mathematics revision
Fingers crossed for my exam.
-S-
P.S. I am a forever memory, because I am loved by one. I am eternal because I made myself so. Are you?..
-out
Not an easy thing to come to terms with, leaving this mortal coil, but recent events have made the presence of the idea very dominant in my life. My life has become plagued with death. Not more than a month ago, a cousin I didn’t know well was murdered, and now I live to find that my mothers new co-worker and close friends son died in a car accident. It would seem that it is getting closer and closer to me, and I wish it away with all my heart.
It can come in any shape or form, and I am lucky enough to say I have not yet come into full contact with it as of yet, though I daresay my time is nigh. Within my own household, my two dogs, 14 and 15 in age are already beyond their lifespan on this earth and I couldn’t bear to think of life without them in this house. From my earliest memory they have been a part of this house, a part of it, and of this family. But on the larger scale, my grandmother and my yei-ya (Greek grandmother) are nearing their stories final line, and I have all but regret. For each I know too little. My grandmother on my dads side, who has given me my royal blood descended from the King of England in ages past, has a life’s story to be told thrice and ne’er be tired of. I have not heard this story, the one of heroic survival, the one that made the crossing to Australia and lived the rough life, the one that watched this small town of Darwin grow with nurture and love. Nor have I heard the tale of my Mediterranean descent. The tale from old Greece, where I get my curly hair and my lust for love, where my mother came from.
Though I despise them for what they have made me become, my parents gave me life I live today, the life that cheats death and avoids the trespass of danger. I owe it to them for my breath, my heart, my soul, my mind and my curly hair… (The latter be filled with blame, daresay)
Every life in this world has a story, one trail that, that person has walked alone along this mortal coil. It may not matter to you the stories of people in the world, but closer to home, within your friends and family is a whole world of life. Life in the form of experience, in the form of story. Many generations walk this planet and their stories are forgotten, every person has a right to live and thrive.
It rubbed a string in my heart that plays a soft song when I heard my mum tell me of how one man, who is now in a wheelchair because a rugby accident 25 years ago said:
“Why didn’t he take me? Why didn’t God take my life instead of his? I am useless to this world and the people around me.”
Words like those deserve pity and respect, pity for the submission of this man to life and its outcomes… that he should wish his life be over because of its eventualities. But respect because of his willingness to have his life taken to spare that of someone more “worthwhile”.
Such a statement makes the Siren of ambivalence ring a song inside me that quells feelings I can’t control.
Why should someone die?! Why should someone want to die?! What good does death bring?! Are humans flawed because of our ability to love?! Is the greatest weakness of humanity also that which is its greatest strength?!
I say, that the answer to one of the biggest questions of relative thought:
“Why can’t we kill humans?”
Is because someone will be sad.
People will weep if lives are lost, and no life goes unnoticed in this world.
I used to think my life worthless, hell I didn’t care if death stole me from this life without anyone noticing. Until I realised that if I died, if my life was wasted, people would cry, for me and for my memory, and it was then I really noticed how many eyes would be wet at my passing. I came to realise the worth of my existence in other people’s hearts.
The statement “Live never to forget” means more than just hold your memories close to you; it holds relevance in holding the memories of other people.
If someone dies people will remember them, and the impact they had on their lives. The stronger you live, the greater your memory will be, the more eternal your existence shall become.
I live to exist in the hearts of as many people as I can, to earn their respect and love and take my place in the stars when it’s my turn to leave this life. Not because of greed or arrogance, but because if I don’t make the most of myself, the people who care about me will cry… someone will weep if my memory is lost.
The new reality of death I have found myself walking in has made me pull those around me closer to me for fear of its unpredictability striking again.
However,
In doing so I have realised something I would have near ignored in a situation like this.
Life
It seems contradictory to say, but when you come into contact with death on a grand or small scale, you also come into contact with Life; the balance of the universe makes it so. It was the principle of equivalent trade that existed in alchemy and has become more or less the foundation of the nature of human beings today.
The presence of life surrounds us as equally as the presence of death, the difference is that an ending is more impacting than a beginning. People seem to care more about trees being cut down than caring for ones just planted. A person reacts to an ending more than a beginning because of the principle behind it, which is why a greater understanding need be obtained. Because death and other forms of ends are so absolute and unable to be changed that humans have the greatest inability accepting something they cannot manipulate with science, research or knowledge. Humans have struggled to overcome all obstacles in life, but death can never be overcome and it presence in this world will be as constant as the life is.
Learning to appreciate what remains after what once was is hard. Other people probably know more than I do, without a doubt or argument. However, I understand the way that a person reacts to death, and what kind of impacts it can have on someone’s life.
I have become to someone, someone they lost. One of my friends looks at me and sees a friend that died near 6 years ago. I have become the life of death, and I understand a way in which death can be overcome. I make her happy because I am the memory of someone she loved (loves) and it’s made me aware of the importance of memories. An existence of someone can be kept inside your heart and only that person can influence how strong the memory is.
I’ll continue this another time…
It’s another time.
I don’t have the net because my beastly comp is in my room and the house comp is at the VET (not my fault! Porn related spywares do not house Trojans… :D or mebbe dey do)
I just have another thing to say,
Out of it all I conclude, that true, death is inevitable, and is the grand finale of everything that live, around you and all you keep close to you, death will be in their lives and will be their climax.
HOWEVER! Life is unavoidable, no matter where you turn you see it, no matter how fast you run its right behind you, your part of it, in it, living it, knowing it and THAT is the greatest part about death. Is that you are given the chance to make it all worthwhile.
Dream you’ll live forever, live like you’ll die tomorrow.
“As each actor struts and frets his time upon the stage.”
-not sure if that’s right but that’s about all I can remember from that verse. If anyone knows, is it a soliloquy? Coz Shakin’spears is a g0d.- (I THINK it’s Hamlet, I never studied the text, merely breezed through it.)
Neway...
I have some thinking to do, and some mathematics revision
Fingers crossed for my exam.
-S-
P.S. I am a forever memory, because I am loved by one. I am eternal because I made myself so. Are you?..
-out