iQuoththeraven
Probably hiding in my room
I'm not sure what prompted me to write this.
Whether it be the melancholic tone of Philip Glass' "Hours", or the inevitable truth that we will all eventually wither and die, I've no doubt been inspired.
Between the deaths of the beloved Bruce Wayne, David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Prince, Ronnie Corbett, Kenny Baker, and Gene Wilder, I think we can all agree it's made up for a pretty depressing year.
It makes me wonder. How much longer until my own idol, Philip Glass, takes his last breath and departs from this world like the rest? What of my careless mother and beaten father, my weakened grandmother, and guilt-stricken grandfather? How much longer until we all succumb to the same, terrible fate? There is only one guarantee in life, and it is this: like it or not, we're all eventually going to die.
...
Quite recently our health teacher died. He was diagnosed with an extraordinarily rare condition and had been told he only had one year to live. While staff were hauling him and his wheelchair down the stairs, they suddenly lost grip and he and the wheelchair went toppling down the stairs. From what I heard, he suffered cracked ribs and various other injuries. He was in terrible condition. Needless to say, he didn't live much longer after that.
While he was due to die within a short period of time, ideally it wasn't supposed to end like this. Months prior to that incident, I had been heavily contemplated talking to him; I had grown fond of him and his philosophies. He had told us that if we ever had any problems, we could just go to him. While I had intended to visit him for that very reason, I also wanted to reassure him and offer at least some form of comfort. People brushed off his condition like it was nothing, and I didn't feel that was fair.
But alas, due to my increasing reluctance, I never acted on it. And now I'm burdened with a terrible regret I'm sure will linger for many months to come.
Because of that experience, I think sometime in the future, I'd like to contact those I care about.. even if we aren't on good terms. I can't imagine what I'd do if they suddenly died one day and I hadn't gotten the chance to say good-bye , or even tell them that I love them.
Even my own personal idols! By the very least I'd like to try and contact them. For me, it would probably be Philip Glass. For you, it would likely be someone very different.
While I've no idea how many people message him a day, or even that he would see the message, I'd still like to try and contact him..
Even if it is only to leave a simple comment complimenting his musical genius and beautiful works of art.
Whether it be the melancholic tone of Philip Glass' "Hours", or the inevitable truth that we will all eventually wither and die, I've no doubt been inspired.
Between the deaths of the beloved Bruce Wayne, David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Prince, Ronnie Corbett, Kenny Baker, and Gene Wilder, I think we can all agree it's made up for a pretty depressing year.
It makes me wonder. How much longer until my own idol, Philip Glass, takes his last breath and departs from this world like the rest? What of my careless mother and beaten father, my weakened grandmother, and guilt-stricken grandfather? How much longer until we all succumb to the same, terrible fate? There is only one guarantee in life, and it is this: like it or not, we're all eventually going to die.
...
Quite recently our health teacher died. He was diagnosed with an extraordinarily rare condition and had been told he only had one year to live. While staff were hauling him and his wheelchair down the stairs, they suddenly lost grip and he and the wheelchair went toppling down the stairs. From what I heard, he suffered cracked ribs and various other injuries. He was in terrible condition. Needless to say, he didn't live much longer after that.
While he was due to die within a short period of time, ideally it wasn't supposed to end like this. Months prior to that incident, I had been heavily contemplated talking to him; I had grown fond of him and his philosophies. He had told us that if we ever had any problems, we could just go to him. While I had intended to visit him for that very reason, I also wanted to reassure him and offer at least some form of comfort. People brushed off his condition like it was nothing, and I didn't feel that was fair.
But alas, due to my increasing reluctance, I never acted on it. And now I'm burdened with a terrible regret I'm sure will linger for many months to come.
Because of that experience, I think sometime in the future, I'd like to contact those I care about.. even if we aren't on good terms. I can't imagine what I'd do if they suddenly died one day and I hadn't gotten the chance to say good-bye , or even tell them that I love them.
Even my own personal idols! By the very least I'd like to try and contact them. For me, it would probably be Philip Glass. For you, it would likely be someone very different.
While I've no idea how many people message him a day, or even that he would see the message, I'd still like to try and contact him..
Even if it is only to leave a simple comment complimenting his musical genius and beautiful works of art.
