Carpe Diem – Seize the Day

If you really had to choose right now, in some morbid alternative universe, alternate reality, between seeing your child die sooner or later in their life, which one would you choose?
There is no right or wrong answer, but it is pretty cruel. If an archangel gave you an ultimatum that said you will have to watch your child pass away, but it’s your choice to see them pass away earlier or later, which one would you choose? How could you choose?
Ok, but listen… if you choose earlier, sure you have cut off such large potential earlier, but you also don’t have that many memories to bear. If you choose later, you’ll have so many memories that would turn into pain over the loss.
If you choose later, the end may have been closer to them either way, so it might not be that bad. If you choose earlier, there is way much more to live for.
Truthfully, I couldn’t make that choice. That is something that could only be decided in the moment and at that time. We never know what dreams may come. As a good friend Benny quoted Mike Tyson, “We all have a plan until someone comes and punches you in the face.”

Can’t Hold It Back Anymore, Let It Go, Let It Go, Turn Away and Slam the Door……

You say that your posts are your scrapbook, your memories, your narrative. I know that you’re trolling for followers, for likes, and for adulation. But just how much of it is for justification?
You already stole the “Song of the Day” from me, and bastardized it into something it’s not.
But that’s what you do. You beg, borrow, and steal to survive. Survival of the next one, on to the next one. User, abuser, and then cry foul when not everyone is on your side or agrees with you. Or agrees with your hairbrained scams and ideas.
And now I’ve come to the sad sad realization that I’m fighting with someone who is five years younger than me, and more importantly that I really don’t really care.
So I’ll “Let It Go, Let It Go…..” and live a happier, longer life because of it.

I Want My Baby Back Baby Back Baby Back….Ribs…..

When a restaurant serves you your dinner and tells you “Be Careful, this plate is really hot”, it doesn’t mean that it’s so fresh that it just came out of the oven or off of the stove.
Depending on the establishment, it usually means that it was sitting under a heat lamp for way too long, and that heat lamp was way too hot, so you can’t touch your plate for another ten minutes at least.
I hate it when that sh*t happens.

I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Won’t Put My Hands Up and Surrender…..

I was taught in early Catholic elementary school that the Catholic church frowns upon suicide. It was said that people who take their own lives will not be allowed past the gates of heaven. I already had my issues with the Catholic church back then, as well as with the bible. It was natural that I questioned the concept of heaven and hell, and who was to say that if you took your own life, you would not be allowed into heaven? Was that just something that the church created to ensure that people didn’t commit suicide? Was it something they wanted to instill fear for of Catholics who couldn’t hold on to their faith, and tried to check out early from this life? I guess suicide is in part the opposite of faith.
So I called B.S. on this idea at an early age.
What sort of religion sets their rules based on fear? And who exactly knows what does and doesn’t get you passed the gates of heaven? Did someone “almost die” and see what happens at the gates, asked some questions, and then came back to report it to the rest of humanity? I knew back then that there was something fishy going on.
More on this a little while later.
Ultimately, the human condition is one that we have power that most other beings on this planet don’t: choice. We can choose to end our own lives if we so decide. This is not the norm, nor is it acceptable, but it is completely possible. Societies have tried to frown down upon it, and discourage it, even push it to the side and ignore it.
The question is: actually the question behind the question. What decisions, choices, and circumstances even lead to the suicide in the first place?

Good Morning Vietnam….

Robin Williams passed away today. A part of my childhood just lost, gone, disappeared just like that. Sure, there were his good and great movies that he will be remembered for, but for me one of the best memories was watching his live stand up routines. He put 100% effort into those routines and I remember he would always be sweating bullets in the end. He could do so many voices and so many punchlines. He left an impression on so many people.
Sure, there are opinions on mental health. Sure, there are opinions on mental health issues and support (or lack thereof). Sure, there are opinions on depression and it’s effects on people, and their loved ones.
Heroes were never meant to last forever. Heroes perish. All of them do at one time or another. They fall down from their pedestals and they expire. Idols also fall, sometimes just as hard.
I just wish that sometimes they would not be so human.