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Yesterday, someone from my school died. Someone only 14 years old. With their whole lives in front of them. Even after such events as September 11th, only does the dark reality of it all set in once something becomes more personal.
Not knowing the person, never even spoken to her, but somehow, the experience is somewhat more realistic. It's hard to imagine the result of what her friends are feeling right now, or the people like myself, who never made the attempt to get to know her.
We see the image of death, we gather the information of death from a young age and learn to fear it. We see it in films and might havea chuckle about it, but the reality is something that none of us can prepare ourselves for. There are those in these times, who give their support to the "victims" of this tradegy, there are those just stand by and watch from distance. Then there are those who find it humerous to make sick jokes about the events.
None of us are perfect, most of us are far from it, but we can change. Just trying to imagine, you are never going to see this person, you love, ever again becomes more of a distant dream, blurred up by our perspective in which everything is perfect. Think, how her friends felt, never knowing that this time, will be the last time, in which they say goodbye. Can you think of anything worse? What if you could take the change to know your death, what if you could prevent yourself from this, would you take it?
I think really, this has given me the chance to see what really is important in life. Thinking, when I die, what will there be left to say about me? What achievements will I have achieved in this life? What will I leave behind? What can people learn from me?
And Stryke, he plays no part in your life because you won't let him.
I don't beleive we should follow God (supposing he actually exists...) because it is the 'right' thing to do. Everyone will have their own thoughts on what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'. That's why we have vegetarians. thay believe it is wrong to kill animals. That is why we have anarchists. They believe it is wrong for a society to have people who can rule over the others. Every person will have a different moral compass, guiding them, and telling them what is right or wrong. However much our society tries to rule over that morla compass, if someone feels they are doing wrong, there will always be that thought in the back of their mind. Same goes for religion in my mind. It tries to control your moral compass. Well I have my own beliefs of right and wrong, and don't need God, or some age old tome to tell me what to do.
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> God sends you to Earth, where you either choose to follow him or not. When you
> die, you will then be judged, and go to either heaven or to hell.
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Here we go again. Know before I start that I'm not arguing with you about this because I'm bitter, just because I have my beliefs, the same as you have yours.
I don't accept that some person, who takes no part in my life and LETS (Yes, Ant, lets) hurt come to me in any way, has any dominion over me. I refuse to believe that I'm going to be judged by some person who has no right.
"Oh God, I *am* going to die one day" and it really freaks me out
Other times I don't seem bothered by it at all
But, I am not scared myself. I actually believe in the whole ghost thing. It would be so cool to be invisible. Ohh man.
But, its a scary thought that now, very second, has just become history. And your life is "Wasting" away so to speak.
But, I am not afraid of death unless I can't become a ghost them I will be angry :o)
I'm not that worried about death, to be honest. I heard someone say once that life is just a small slither of light between two huge realms of darkness. But in my view, it's the other way round. Life is a test. Not all of it of course, some parts of life are brilliant, but overall I think it's a test. God sends you to Earth, where you either choose to follow him or not. When you die, you will then be judged, and go to either heaven or to hell. Heaven will be like Earth without no suffering, and so I'm not all that worried. Of course I don't want to die, not until I've had a good innings as they like to say, but once I do die I'm believing that instead of a non-existance, there'll be the Gates of Heaven, in a metaphorical sense.
My Grandad, who's dead now, was actually dead for a few seconds, doctors say. When he was revived, he said he could hear Frank Sinatra music. He loved Frank Sinatra.
hmmm... kind of makes you think doesn't it? When we are gone (and hard as it is to accept, we all one day will be) will we be remembered? Will we make any difference? A pretty bad thought, but a relevant one nonetheless is that people who are remembered most are often the tyrants. Hitler, Stalin, etc. and I doubt anyone is going to forget Bin Laden in a hurry are they?
But is being remembered what you want? Do you want people to remember your name, or would you rather that something you did in your lifetime help them, whether it was something as simple as leaving some money in your will to charity, or having a donor card for your organs when you no longer need them, or something to effect millions, like coming up with a cure for a deadly disease, or inventing a non polluting vehicle that would be widely available so we would no longer need to pollute our atmosphere with car fumes.
I think most people would rather be forgotten to the times than remembered as someone evil. But are some of us so driven by being remembered that we would be willing to do anything? It seems some are...
We can decide everything about our lives, and just like you Grix, I seem to be following the same route. Instead of worrying about school, the place which could and can lead me to many others. I have decided to put all my extra time and effort into my web site. For someone as determined as myself, I would not be bothered if I had to read every book on scipting to know how to make something out of this site, or rather out of my life.
Death, is not an option and never will be. But, in order to live you must first discover the meaning of death.