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Mortality: a somber subject.
14 years ago
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Dook!
(Translation: I shall decree!) From recent events, something sparked an idea. More of a feeling, or lack thereof... I don't fear death like a normal person nor respect it. I have had two best friends die on me within a years time between each other, give or take some months. In fact, I had several deaths of people I knew and cared about one right after another... Ray, my grandmother, Steven's father, Oscar(a friend), Gerald's father, Ed(another friend), and Edward. These deaths in such short succession has made me a little jaded to death and realized how fragile life can be. I live my life how I want to and do everything in my power to keep this right. I don't care if people get mad at me, because it is my life and I have no idea how long it will last. Life is too short to worry about trivial things such as death and the meaning behind it or worry about stupid and petty things like traditions. I don't like to cause problems on a grand scale, like being an inhibitor on someone's life, such as a leech, but I may post or say things that can be/are unfair or ignorant, but really, they are just words. They are not stopping anyone from doing what they want to do or make the quality of life worse or better. They are insignificant to real problems such as starvation, people getting raped en masse, fascist dictators killing their own people, global issues, war. They are just words.
I know for a fact that I have enemies somewhere and my heartless postings and such comments of the like, might make more of them, but death is death. We all die. When I die, I will either be forgotten, stepped on, or spit on, even in the casket. People will dance upon my grave and maybe even fornicate on it later on. It does not bother me. I know I am going to die a bitter and lonely death, so I don't care much about life or death. To me, it's like looking at a coin that continuously spins. A major event in your life will make the coin tip, if it lands on one side you will continue and the coin rights itself and spins again, but if it lands on the other, you cease. My death will not stop the earth nor have meaning to anyone who did not know me. The people it does affect will be sad for a short time than continue on, like it never happened. Life truly is meaningless, but it does have beauty and knowledge that I want to see and learn. But life just seems to lack so many things like reason or fulfillment. If I went out into a field and just upturned the earth for any reason or no reason at all, did it make a difference in anything other than bugs and plants dying? Not really, I just did and action and caused a reaction. I know this is nihilism, but it kinda fits in place. We are just a tiny speck floating in space at speeds I don't care to look up right now. What makes us so special compared to the other specks doing the same thing?
I see no reason to burials and the funerals that precede them. They just make the feelings stronger that someone is missing. I feel that is the living being selfish and wanting what could have been and not just moving on. Personally, I wish to be burned. I see no need to selfishly take up a plot of land for a body to rot or to cause protest later down the line that my decayed body should or should not be moved. I don't care if you take those ashes and throw them into a toilet, or snort them, or use it to make soap. I'm dead, why would I care? Same goes for my organs; I'm a donor. Once I'm dead, I don't need to be narcissistic about anything, so why do I need to look pretty to be burned? Harvest them things if there is anything left of them and stick 'em in people who care about living too much or really need them. Quality of the pointless life is nice to have when you can get it. I don't really see why anyone should really care about much at all. All I care about is the quality of life, because we can change that if we have some symbiosis in our method of life. Don't crap in the water hole, don't feed the rich, don't fear life or death.
I have a feeling that this is going to get flamed to bits, but I really don't care. It doesn't hurt me to be insulted. It's just annoying. Call me crazy, call me heartless, call me whatever you want. If you just want to vent, you can. I won't mind, just let me know and I will try not to retort angrily.
I know for a fact that I have enemies somewhere and my heartless postings and such comments of the like, might make more of them, but death is death. We all die. When I die, I will either be forgotten, stepped on, or spit on, even in the casket. People will dance upon my grave and maybe even fornicate on it later on. It does not bother me. I know I am going to die a bitter and lonely death, so I don't care much about life or death. To me, it's like looking at a coin that continuously spins. A major event in your life will make the coin tip, if it lands on one side you will continue and the coin rights itself and spins again, but if it lands on the other, you cease. My death will not stop the earth nor have meaning to anyone who did not know me. The people it does affect will be sad for a short time than continue on, like it never happened. Life truly is meaningless, but it does have beauty and knowledge that I want to see and learn. But life just seems to lack so many things like reason or fulfillment. If I went out into a field and just upturned the earth for any reason or no reason at all, did it make a difference in anything other than bugs and plants dying? Not really, I just did and action and caused a reaction. I know this is nihilism, but it kinda fits in place. We are just a tiny speck floating in space at speeds I don't care to look up right now. What makes us so special compared to the other specks doing the same thing?
I see no reason to burials and the funerals that precede them. They just make the feelings stronger that someone is missing. I feel that is the living being selfish and wanting what could have been and not just moving on. Personally, I wish to be burned. I see no need to selfishly take up a plot of land for a body to rot or to cause protest later down the line that my decayed body should or should not be moved. I don't care if you take those ashes and throw them into a toilet, or snort them, or use it to make soap. I'm dead, why would I care? Same goes for my organs; I'm a donor. Once I'm dead, I don't need to be narcissistic about anything, so why do I need to look pretty to be burned? Harvest them things if there is anything left of them and stick 'em in people who care about living too much or really need them. Quality of the pointless life is nice to have when you can get it. I don't really see why anyone should really care about much at all. All I care about is the quality of life, because we can change that if we have some symbiosis in our method of life. Don't crap in the water hole, don't feed the rich, don't fear life or death.
I have a feeling that this is going to get flamed to bits, but I really don't care. It doesn't hurt me to be insulted. It's just annoying. Call me crazy, call me heartless, call me whatever you want. If you just want to vent, you can. I won't mind, just let me know and I will try not to retort angrily.
It's also a reason for a local church to put on something after the funeral and say stuff like this to those mourning for a short while; afterwards being a lunch type thing with fried chicken to quell the souls of those suffering and show support.
That's how it's done round these parts, Wichita, KS. Just stating what I think on Funerals and the like. Cremation is fine; of course! But the funeral is to those non-religious to get the tears out of the way so two weeks later they aren't balling. Facing problems head-on; like mortality.
I guess my thing is that I'd say life is precious. Experiences and emotions. If it were meaningless, we wouldn't be reaching out for each other for any one of a variety of reasons. In a few generations, we may even reach out to those other specks we see in the sky just to say "hi". That said, I want to say I understand where you are coming from. But even when they are gone, we honor them and cherish the memories we have of them. You won't be forgotten by those who you've shared times with.
I have wondered how to have my funeral when I die. There is a cemetery I heard that plants trees instead of graves. That way you are helping even in death. Or given back to the ocean - its where all life began, right? Would only make sense to return. Would also guarantee the only fornication done over you is by some cute and innocent animals. = ^_^ =
Or by someone on a cruise.
What "makes us so special"...is that, while we live, we have the potential to improve not only the quality of our own life, but also of the lives of others, often simultaneously. It could be creating some wondrous invention that brings people closer together from around the globe, or introducing two friends with similar interests. It could be making a movie that brings laughter to children the world over, or just getting a giggle from a toddler in the checkout lane, by making a funny face at them. You might write a song that soothes the spirits of millions, or you might hug a friend. Maybe you start an anti-starvation organization, or maybe you buy a burger for the guy with a "will work for food" sign.
And yes, there is the callous, careless, and even violent flip side to all that. But if you dwell on that, you'll be so busy worrying, that you never get to the good stuff. So make a difference. To the world, to a friend, to someone you met in passing and will never see again. It doesn't matter which. Just make a difference. Not because someone wants you to, but just...because you can.
Failing any of that, just make your own life better, because the better off you are, the less chance you have of being a burden on someone else. I mean, c'mon...you ever had a rich person bum $20 off ya to make up the difference on a car payment?