i was sitting in Culver's today watching TV. The circumstances leading up to me watching television at a fast food restaurant are not worth discussing so please just accept the fact that I was doing it.
As i was watching the news a story came up about four teen suicides in Ohio due to bullying. all around me people were eating their lunches, driving thru the drive-thru. just living their lives, ignoring this horrific story of four young people who were driven to such despair that they took their own lives.
i do not blame the people at Culver's. i do not believe that these people were heartless or that they did not care. they were just too used to it. we are surrounded by stories like these. death seeps in everywhere. it is in our lives, in our every move. death is in the books we read, the movies we watch, and the games we play. lets face it, we are all going to really die eventually. but thats exactly what worries me...the fact that our culture doesn't accept real death.
all of us were born dying. the minute we escaped the womb and began life we began our descent towards death. our beginning marked our end. real death is something that no one wants to talk about. its like a profanity that everyone is thinking but no one is willing to say.
death does not get the respect it deserves.
death is used as entertainment. death is considered fun. or even funny. death creates an eerie, mysterious feeling that doesn't allow us to put down the Agatha Christie*. death is used as a marketing ploy
it all comes down to this:
death is acceptable as long as it doesn't affect us.
but what is death meant to be?
i believe that death was never meant to be....yet because of the fall it now exists.
i believe that God loved us enough that he gave us freedom...which we abused
he gave us chances to become one with him...which we abused
he gave us his son Jesus Christ as atonement for our sins...whom we abused
finally, he took death and turned it in to a doorway to Him...will we also abuse this?
death is not part of God's plan. but He has been merciful enough to allow us an escape thru it
*i like Agatha Christie :)
4 comments:
sooooooo true! our world is completely desensitized.
*i like Agatha Christie too. :)
1. Hello.
2. I just found this blog.
3. I feel you should update more.
4. Reading your thoughts is interesting. I think that's what I like best about blogging. It lets one read their friends' minds.
5. Death is strange, it is the great unknown. No matter how much speculation we can speculate throughout the generations of humanity, it does not get us any closer to "really knowing" what happens to us after death. When humanity crosses the path of something mysterious, it's in our very nature to study it and pick at it until we know it through and through. It's proven by the test of time, we coin phrases and apply terms to every little thing, from ant biology to the best way to weed a garden to what love actually is. But nobody can pick and prod death. Dead bodies can be dissected, but we've learned that that is just the physical shell left behind.
I was about to say that death is so big. But I think my reasoning behind that is that death is mysterious. That makes it automatically feel big. Just like how a test you haven't studied for feels big, or an intimidating adult looks big regardless of actual size. So what do people do? People turn their heads down, and away from this big darkness that's looming over us. Since we can't understand it, put it in a box or a textbook, we try to lighten it and shrink it by covering it in humor. In TV shows, it hardly means anything when someone dies. Because you know they will come back to life somehow. Otherwise the ratings will go down.
Then, when a real death happens, we don't always know how to respond. We've been taught how to go through the motions, without the emotions. I went to the funeral of an 18-year-old friend of mine earlier this year. It was bizarre, and surreal, and it was different than any other funeral I'd been to.
But the point of life it not death. It is an inexplicable end. But books aren't read properly when the ending is read before the time is right. The beauty of the strength of humanity is that we can pick ourselves up and live in the face of death. We don't know when our death will knock on our doors, so the only thing we can do is live a life we'll be at peace with when we die.
6. Just a couple thoughts of mine I guess. I'm home sick and have not too much to do, so I'm allowing my brain to have a heyday with my fingers.
When I say home sick,
I mean ill and at home, not sick for home.
thank you libby and emily for your comments....glad to know that my blog is actually read!
peace
db
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