Blog Entry: Death

Death We visited my grandfather’s grave today, today being Father’s Day. My mom cried and my brother has a mini breakdown by the time we got to my Dad’s parent’s house.

Why? Was the one question that made me think. Why is death such a bad thing to everyone? I certainly don’t see it that way. Call me a cold-hearted bitch, but what would life be without death?

Life would mean nothing without it. Life without death is like light without dark, or hot without cold, and love without hate. What is the point in living without dying? Death is what makes the journey so worthwhile. It’s why we take risks and make decisions and be who we are and do what we do.

The one thing that we all want to do and try to do is immortalize ourselves. It’s why people write books, or paint pictures, or etch their name into a tree, or leave notes in library books. We are all trying to leave a little piece of ourselves behind.

Death is a good thing. It gives meaning to life. Life, the one thing that we have to work with. A blank slate for us to make our mark.

Just for the record, the weather for today is rainy, with an 80% chance of bullshit.