Wednesday, July 07, 2004
why is it that i post only when somebody dies?
i went to the wake of a classmate's brother last night, and it was deeply sober. the deceased, despite not having had any liquor or drugs, crashed into the back of a(n apparently parked) public utility vehicle, which led to chest trauma and eventual death.
the family chose to wear black last night, and, despite my opposing views on this, i couldn't help but sympathize. for when one's life is violently taken away without any apparent reason, it may be that you just don't see what the point is in looking for a ray of light. a quirky anomaly of our culture is that it's deeply religious and fatalistic at the same time. so people have been chalking it up to God's plan of just retrieving a soul back, while others limply say, 'when it's your time, it's your time', to everything in-between, with all possible combinations included. i myself have some sort of stance which i'm not willing to really dig in to. i'm just sad it happened. this guy was younger than me, and had a dream job coming true for him, and he had a great set of peers; he had lived a life worth living, i feel, and all of those dreams, all of those moments and wealth of his were gone in a matter of seconds.
i'd like to stress out the importance of wearing your seat belt here. i told my girlfriend on the way home that, having died not wearing a belt, it was a lot worse than if he died wearing it, because that way we'd know that not even a seatbelt could have saved him from death. but this way, we never will.
death brings about reperspection (if there is such a word) for all those who are left behind by its dispassionate hand. but we always hope and pray for them, (including ourselves sometimes,) that they have the courage to really be happy for those who have left, and to move on with their lives and get used to the fact that from this day forth, those who are gone are gone for good.
for, unfortunately, that's always what we're left to do.
i went to the wake of a classmate's brother last night, and it was deeply sober. the deceased, despite not having had any liquor or drugs, crashed into the back of a(n apparently parked) public utility vehicle, which led to chest trauma and eventual death.
the family chose to wear black last night, and, despite my opposing views on this, i couldn't help but sympathize. for when one's life is violently taken away without any apparent reason, it may be that you just don't see what the point is in looking for a ray of light. a quirky anomaly of our culture is that it's deeply religious and fatalistic at the same time. so people have been chalking it up to God's plan of just retrieving a soul back, while others limply say, 'when it's your time, it's your time', to everything in-between, with all possible combinations included. i myself have some sort of stance which i'm not willing to really dig in to. i'm just sad it happened. this guy was younger than me, and had a dream job coming true for him, and he had a great set of peers; he had lived a life worth living, i feel, and all of those dreams, all of those moments and wealth of his were gone in a matter of seconds.
i'd like to stress out the importance of wearing your seat belt here. i told my girlfriend on the way home that, having died not wearing a belt, it was a lot worse than if he died wearing it, because that way we'd know that not even a seatbelt could have saved him from death. but this way, we never will.
death brings about reperspection (if there is such a word) for all those who are left behind by its dispassionate hand. but we always hope and pray for them, (including ourselves sometimes,) that they have the courage to really be happy for those who have left, and to move on with their lives and get used to the fact that from this day forth, those who are gone are gone for good.
for, unfortunately, that's always what we're left to do.
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