Please Do Not Die Yet My Friend(s)
YOLO, Death, and Shit.
Today I woke up to a text from my mother telling me that this guy who I have basically known since he was born (a few months after me) had had a heart attack. A 33-year-old man had his heart attack him. Are we already at that age where everyone around us is about to die? WTF?
Sometimes when I’m super depressed I think about death too much. Once I asked a guy at the bar how his 2017 went (as it was right after the new year) and he said, “good enough, I’m not dead.”
And I replied with, “But, how do you know that’s not better?”
He quickly and politely left that conversation.
But really. It’s a pretty deep and dark question. How do we know? We do not know. Even when we’re on mushrooms and we THINK we know, we think we get it, we still have no idea.
Isn’t that what makes living so beautiful and fun? Not really having any idea why we’re here or where we’re going next?
What a ride, huh?
I sent my friend a message asking him not to die today. He explained to me that he didn’t just have a heart attack, he had a MASSIVE heart attack.
To which I replied, “you always gotta go big huh?”
Like, what a jerk?!
People who die are dead and they no longer have to care about anything, but then there are the rest of us still here who have to deal with the death of that person.
I think a lot of people get super upset about other people dying mostly because it reminds them that they too will be dead soon.
And also of course, that the dead person will no longer be capable of contributing in anyway to the alive people’s lives–which is often sad if that dead person was entertaining or thoughtful or interesting in some way, shape, or form.
In any event, I am glad my friend is not dead. I am glad I am not dead (even though I feel dead inside quite often). I am glad there are so many alive people and that most of the people who are alive are pretty alright (some of you though need to work out a few things still).
Mostly glad that puppies and ice cream exist on this planet with me, but that’s a topic for another day.