You
can handle it.
Think
about a time when an emotion controlled you. When you've gotten angry
enough to punch through a wall or couldn't see straight enough to
direct your yelling. Or maybe when your close friend or family
member has died and grief became more than a word and instead part of
your being. It can even be a happy moment, one where everything just
felt complete and nothing else mattered. Times that made you blind
with emotion. Put yourself there. Hear all the sounds, smell the air,
pick out every detail you can remember. Remember how angry,
distraught, or elated you felt. Really put yourself back to that time
and let it set in for a moment.
Your
at the height of your emotion, head practically spinning... and
now someone has a gun to your head. You don't know why this person is
doing this, but in your heart you know you're about to die. The anger
and confusion in their eyes tells the story and to them, it's your
fault. No more I love yous, nothing else to live for, no chance to
appeal.
I
know death to people today is easily enough brushed off, and this
isn't some message to live life like you were dying or make everyday
the fullest kinda crap. I want you to hear the voice in your head.
How many Christians that praise heaven so highly and talk about everlasting love will feel a calm sensation and a voice that says,
"Finally?" How many atheists will smile at the thought that
now they can be reborn into the tree they were always meant to be? If
you're not learning how to handle death, then you'll never understand
how to live your life. It's not the other way around.
People
generate their own internal drugs. They use them to establish
"happiness" and "truth." When you don't get
enough of a drug, then in comes withdrawal. It's seen in every broken
relationship, case of depression, and insecurity. It's the Christians
that "fall" from grace or the billionaire that commits
suicide. Thinking they had the answers and unable to deal with some
inadequacy lashed out in withdrawal. "I love Jesus, I know
everlasting love is in heaven." "I love money, buying these
girls simply rocks!" And while they scream happy and "know"
all the answers they still feel that nothing is really alright. They
look in the mirror and get lost, because their eyes tell them
something isn't making sense.
It's
not about doing every extreme sport every day pushing your chance of
death. It's not a hug campaign to make everyone feel good. You don't
have to travel the entire world and experience every last pain and
pleasure the world has to offer. The only thing you need to do
to appreciate and feel as though your able to live life the way you
want, is to embrace your death. At any moment, if you can smile in
peace and understanding the second before he pulls that trigger,
you've accomplished more than any empire, scholar, or philosopher.
When you use your click drug or happy face drug or misunderstood and
misplaced faith drug you're hiding in fear of what you have to offer to
yourself and the world. All you know is that you don't know anything,
except that you have a chance to know yourself. What'd you do to
piss this gunman off? Maybe nothing. Did you get a chance to tell her
"I love you?" Does that even matter? How can I escape? Is
anyone watching? Is that my life flashing before my eyes? I'm only
17. I wasn't that angry at him...
Is
a flurry of unanswered questions, half sentences, and past regrets
running through your head during your last breath? What a relief it
would it be instead to just say to yourself, "Finally."
