Death

Over the past few weeks I've been bombarded with death at different intervals. The most obvious depiction...reminder is of my mother's death seeing as this coming Monday, Apr. 28. 2008, will be the anniversary of her death.

My point of view on aging and death is that when it happens it will be necessary. It is necessary for things to age and die. Humanity cannot go on forever. When I am old I will be tired of being alive and I will be ready to die. That's not to say I want to die any sooner, I'm just saying that if I were to be diagnosed with a terminal illness I'd probably curse the world, blow some money on some something fun, and accept my death as it may be. It seems like a sad state of affairs if people are so wrapped up in their lives that they can't rest. I barely rest now as is, hell it's ten after four as I'm writing this. But I've been p since...8 yesterday morning, class, life, final papers.

People need to accept their mortality. Only once you've accepted that you're going to die in the future will you be able to live. People try so hard not to age, not to die. And for what? More stress and taxes, less social security benefits due to an impending financial recession? When i'm old and can't wipe my own ass, or can't being as self sufficient as I am then I'll be ready to die. I'll have [hopefully] lived a long and healthy life.

I mean, there is a reason for aging and death. Part of it is the fact that we need to make the space for future inhabitants of earth. If we were to not die there would not be enough resources until the human population diminishes or figures out a way to increase the yield from crops.

I can't remember what else I was going to say. I'm going to maybe quite photoshop color something then i'm fucking going to bed.

peace

Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.