I have
found that with my skewed view on life that death no longer frightens me, it’s
the thought of not livin’ that seems so bad*.
Me
being old doesn’t seem so frightening.
What I never
prepared for is the fact that those around me would grow old as well.
Look at
my heroes; Doc, Van Gogh, Bieber – all of these poets, artists, men ahead of
their time, died young.
Fact
is, I see everyone around me getting older. My want is to stop them. But I have
already seemingly sold my soul for myself. I can do nothing for them, other than
what I have done for myself.
The creaks
in my joints, the lack of hair on my head, don’t concern me. Because the rest
of you are getting older every day. I
see you out there, so tragic, so paralyzed and perplexed by the circumstances
life throws at you. Yet, I have envisioned all these things. Note that dealing with them comes no easier.
I am
pretty sure Tom Petty is dead. Far as I remember he was releasing stellar music
videos on 90’s MTV. That was a few days ago.
Fact
is, mortality catches up to us all. I can recall having a conversation with my
friend Johnny about the “end of the world”. Way back in 2012, when briefly we
thought the Mayans knew what was up. He
said, “They say the world may end in a couple months. That’s the end of the WHOLE world.”
My
reply was cool, and cold; “Nah, the world won’t end, the sad fact is it will
just keep going. That’s the reckoning. That’s what we deserve.”
I spoke as if I were in DCU. It was sad,
mostly because Justice League hadn’t been
released yet.
*Credit to Joe Diffie, among other lesser philosophers
