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a/n I really don't know if you'd qualify this as a rant but it sort of is a/n
With the Idea that death won’t come for me on this day, I always leave my home with the thought that I will live till the end of the day, month, year, decade. But recently I realized that despite the thought I had about me pretty much knowing all there is to know about death, I found something new and evermore disturbing. Just yesturday, a boy from my church died in a car accedent. He was 15 and another kid was killed aswell, while the last two were critically injured. The boy I know I cried for. He was only 15 years old. He hasn’t had a chance to really live. I feel terrable.
As people, we all tend to block out that we all die. Some people find it a gross subject, but I think we need to look at it more. We don’t have nine lives. Each breath we take could be our very last. We might not wake up tomarrow. There’s nothing gross about the subject of death, and only we can make it depressing. But why them? Why so young? I just saw him last Sunday, it’s weird to think that you could see someone, then, they’re gone. In five years I guarantee I won’t remember this kid, God, next year I won’t remember him. But the fact is now. Now I realize just how easy it is to die. That’s a frightening thought. It’s just so easy to die. You can die from anything pretty much. You don’t realize that there might not be tomarrow, there might not be another second, yet most of us take time for granted and think it’s an everlasting supply. Well, it isn’t and I hope people start to realize that, and start making the right decisions.
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"Dream the crow black dream."
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What happened to Ziggy?
