Death
Not to sound morbid, but I've been thinking of death a lot. But in a good way, kind of. I consider myself an adventurous person, I love extreme activities. That's why I like rock climbing, scuba diving, snowboarding, and skiing, and why I want to try sky diving and Alaskan crab fishing.
The Discovery Channel has a documentary program called "Everest: Beyond the Limit." Already on the first day of the expedition, in the first episode, a Sherpa died from altitude sickness. At the North Col (23,000 feet) a member of another expedition collapses from cerebral edema. I don't know if he survived or not. Apparently 11 people die on this expedition, and I believe they might be involved in the David Sharp controversey.
Anyways, a friend of mine runs the website mydeathspace.com which is basically an online obituary. It got me thinking:
If I am destined to die before I'm a family man, I don't want to go out due to a car crash, plane crash, murder, cancer, or getting really drunk and falling out of a balcony (it happens more than you think, look at the website). I want to be doing something I love, something challenging, extreme, CRAZY! I don't want people feeling sorry for me, remembering me because of a tragic accident. I want them saying, "Maybe he was stupid for doing that, but by god that took balls and that's one hell of a way to go."
Of course, I'd much rather be an old grandfather telling his grandchildren of his awesome life. But if I am not to live that long, I still better have a fucking awesome life.
The Discovery Channel has a documentary program called "Everest: Beyond the Limit." Already on the first day of the expedition, in the first episode, a Sherpa died from altitude sickness. At the North Col (23,000 feet) a member of another expedition collapses from cerebral edema. I don't know if he survived or not. Apparently 11 people die on this expedition, and I believe they might be involved in the David Sharp controversey.
Anyways, a friend of mine runs the website mydeathspace.com which is basically an online obituary. It got me thinking:
If I am destined to die before I'm a family man, I don't want to go out due to a car crash, plane crash, murder, cancer, or getting really drunk and falling out of a balcony (it happens more than you think, look at the website). I want to be doing something I love, something challenging, extreme, CRAZY! I don't want people feeling sorry for me, remembering me because of a tragic accident. I want them saying, "Maybe he was stupid for doing that, but by god that took balls and that's one hell of a way to go."
Of course, I'd much rather be an old grandfather telling his grandchildren of his awesome life. But if I am not to live that long, I still better have a fucking awesome life.