helmets

i saw another dude's brains on the road again. that dude had a family, friends, people he loved, and people that loved him back - and i, a total stranger, found out about his fate before any of those people that meant more to him.

anyone could have been that guy. well not anyone, cause not everyone rides a motorcycle, and not everyone who rides a motorcycle drives at an irresponsibly dangerous speed, and not everyone who drives irresponsibly are on the road late at night - cause they're usually driving during the rush hour period, i should know, because i'm one of them.

but away from that tangent, anyone really could have been the dude that died unceremoniously. it may not necessarily be because of a motor vehicular accident (statistically it may), but it could be a million different reasons that will prevent you from never being able to say "suck it" to the people you hate anymore - and that it's their turn to tell you off because to them you're just a passing post on their social media newsfeed - and you're probably not even that important to be ran on mainstream media so not only will you die unceremoniously, you won't necessarily be relevant enough to have widespread coverage either.

buy yeah, death - to some it's scary, but to me i welcome it with open arms.

no, i'm not ready to die, but if it were to happen, then so be it. for all we know, this could be my last blog entry, and i don't like leaving loose ends. as much as possible, i do my best to make sure that in anything i do, it's worthy of a swan song - be it a literary work i write, a dish that i cook, a memory i make with others - i'm not necessarily out to change the world, i'm just here to have some consequentiality with what i do and make the most meaningful moments i possibly could share - nothing short of a life well lived.

because the first thing i want to feel in the last moments of my life is gratitude.

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