Death Talk

Last night after work I watched the series finale of Six Feet Under. I bawled my eyes out during the ending montage where the future deaths of the main characters were revealed. I struggle coming to terms with my own mortality, and to see the lifespan of this circle of family and friends I have shared my life with over the past five years come to an end right in my living room was extremely powerful. At random moments in my daily routine, I sometimes think to myself, pretty soon all this will be over. My existence will come to an end, and what does that mean? How should I alter my daily existence to ensure that it is the best existence possible for whatever lifespan I might have. Right now I'm not secure in my own mortality. Maybe I never will be. It seems unfair to me that life has to end. Of course without eventual death, life would have no meaning. It's just hard to embrace that notion. It's hard to consider that you eventually will cease to exist, and it could happen at any moment.

Remind me to tell you about the grasshopper who hitched a ride on the car driving back from Alabama. The little adventurer held on as long as he could before the pressure of the wind swept away to his demise. Or maybe he survived the fall.