I Have Been Thinking About Death
I've been thinking about death lately. Not my own, in general. I'm in a certain situation where It's not really an avoidable thought.
These last days what annoyed me, no, better said enrages me the most is how you're supposed to condense the meaning of a person's life in a few lines. How do you distill the years of information and emotional charge into a few words and feel that you made the right choice? Is it possible to capture their essence into such little information or into a poetical cliche? It's a question eroding at the base of my skull and I try to look away, do something fun, something stupid, anything that can move me away from the sad neighborhood that question lives in but it finds me in seconds and it's crushing my will. I wish it was about me it would be so easy: he was a boring guy and now he's dead.
These last days what annoyed me, no, better said enrages me the most is how you're supposed to condense the meaning of a person's life in a few lines. How do you distill the years of information and emotional charge into a few words and feel that you made the right choice? Is it possible to capture their essence into such little information or into a poetical cliche? It's a question eroding at the base of my skull and I try to look away, do something fun, something stupid, anything that can move me away from the sad neighborhood that question lives in but it finds me in seconds and it's crushing my will. I wish it was about me it would be so easy: he was a boring guy and now he's dead.
