I just got back home from a stroll around my area. I like to use these moments to meet people in the area and just socialise like the human being that I am. The area is kind of clustered with lots of motorcycles swarming and one of them almost ran me over.
Motorcycle accidents are kind of common in this area and while none of the incidences I've seen resulted in death, they were pretty fucked up. To give you an idea of how common these accidents happen in the area, I experience brushes/close calls two or three times daily and like I said, they're not usually life-threatening but at this moment, I felt like my mortality was being questioned.
The thought of death flashed through my mind as I jumped out of the way for one of the numerous crazed loonies riding bikes in this area. Death is an inevitability, but, sometimes I wonder if there are kinda ways to go than others. Movies and video games have trivialised the concept, but in reality, it is FINAL and that finality about it makes me wonder.
I talk to my mum about it and while she's not ill at the moment, she said it is just a circle of life and it will come for us all. I remember how she had a smile on her face when she said 'When I'm dead, I'll feel no pain but I can't say the same for you". That statement really cut deep but it is the cycle of life and something that can't be changed.
I hardly think about dying but whenever I do, it fucks me up. The whole idea of living on Earth and experiencing all this shit, just to die and then pass on your genes to someone else who's also going to eventually die seems very redundant; that's the curse of living I guess.
It is one of the few cliche things that will not go out of fashion any time soon but when death comes to mind, I think about going to a "good way". You know, in my sleep at a ripe old age. It is just a thought anyway, but in reality, for the people living, there's no good way to lose a loved one. There's no good way to die.
