A 24-year old girl was killed today at an intersection near my work…one that I have crossed over…one that I have many a times sped through. Don’t know the circumstances of it all, all I know is a 24-year old woke up this morning, and by 9am, she was dead.
With this last week being what it was, terrorist bombs killing innocents…freak accidents at fertilization plants…flood victims that still haven’t returned to their beloved houses, earthquakes and expert snowboarders who perish in horrendous avalanches…with all the horrific and terrible events that have invaded the nation’s landscape, you suddenly absorb the second-hand smoke of media regurgitation, and it is so easy to get overwhelmed…to say “fuck you life” and swear off mankind’s existence, and vanish into the night with nothing more than a backpack and water bottle, vowing to live off the grid…or move to Canada.
Life gets overwhelming. Life is messy. And when it’s your time to go, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Life is planned yet random, a series of coincidences strangely ordered in some mythological time frame that only makes sense at the end of it all.
And I guess that’s my point…that life gets overwhelming, but it doesn’t need to overwhelm. There’s a lesson to be learned, taught, and if you can rise each day with at least an inkling of whimsical possibility, then you’re doing all right…you are doing just fine, my friend. Because you are alive.
