Mortality:
meanderings from Diary of a Misfit:
June Fri the 13th, 2003:
Hi, I just had my twenty-hmrhrmphf birthday a couple of days ago! I tell you I was thinkin about shit and figured that if we all lived until 80, whippin out pen and paper and doin the math-- I have about 19,345 days left in my life. That's kind of a big number isn't it? But really it isn't that big a number. Think about it.... that's 19,345 opportunities I have left to see the sun and moon rise and set. And you can be damn sure, I'm probably not gonna use most of those opportunities. I haven't so far, so why would things change? Do you spend a lot of time looking at the sun and moon? If you do, you're probably a loser. Besides, I was told never to look at the sun anyways.
Anyways, in about 19,345 days, I'm gonna be dead. So I wonder... when that day comes, while i'm on my death bed, what will I have accomplished? What will I be known for? Will I be thought of as a good man? A hard working and decent person? Will i haved lived in shame? Will I be known as a murderer? A child molestor? A failure? A goddamn, no good piece of shit, loser pimple on the seedy underbelly of society? Will I have kids who fear my death and will mourn my passing? Or will they despise me and spit on my grave when no one is looking? Or will my death be the passing of a hermit who will be unceremoniously buried in an unmarked grave?
Perhaps the end of my days will pass like an unreleased Twilight Zone episode coming to a close:
In black and white celluloid vision, see me lying in my bed, my eyes close, never to open again, and the camera turns and then zooms in on Rod Serling... Looking into the camera and at you, the viewer, he says, "Another man dies, ranting and raving in delerium. His reality broken and non-linear to the surrounding world. His passing a singular event-- one of the many billions that have come and gone in the history of the world. And so another insignificant chapter closes here... in The Twilight Zone."
meanderings from Diary of a Misfit:
June Fri the 13th, 2003:
Hi, I just had my twenty-hmrhrmphf birthday a couple of days ago! I tell you I was thinkin about shit and figured that if we all lived until 80, whippin out pen and paper and doin the math-- I have about 19,345 days left in my life. That's kind of a big number isn't it? But really it isn't that big a number. Think about it.... that's 19,345 opportunities I have left to see the sun and moon rise and set. And you can be damn sure, I'm probably not gonna use most of those opportunities. I haven't so far, so why would things change? Do you spend a lot of time looking at the sun and moon? If you do, you're probably a loser. Besides, I was told never to look at the sun anyways.
Anyways, in about 19,345 days, I'm gonna be dead. So I wonder... when that day comes, while i'm on my death bed, what will I have accomplished? What will I be known for? Will I be thought of as a good man? A hard working and decent person? Will i haved lived in shame? Will I be known as a murderer? A child molestor? A failure? A goddamn, no good piece of shit, loser pimple on the seedy underbelly of society? Will I have kids who fear my death and will mourn my passing? Or will they despise me and spit on my grave when no one is looking? Or will my death be the passing of a hermit who will be unceremoniously buried in an unmarked grave?
Perhaps the end of my days will pass like an unreleased Twilight Zone episode coming to a close:
In black and white celluloid vision, see me lying in my bed, my eyes close, never to open again, and the camera turns and then zooms in on Rod Serling... Looking into the camera and at you, the viewer, he says, "Another man dies, ranting and raving in delerium. His reality broken and non-linear to the surrounding world. His passing a singular event-- one of the many billions that have come and gone in the history of the world. And so another insignificant chapter closes here... in The Twilight Zone."
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