Don't Sneeze Me, Bro
(Death • Nature)
Contemplating the prospect of an immediate death is, I think, a useful tool in setting priorities.
It’s too bad it takes something like a pandemic flu outbreak to trigger the contemplation.
But whatever prompts a person’s recognition that, yes, your number could be up in a couple of minutes with luck or divine guidance, I consider that a healthy burst of mental realism that most people take pains, most often, to reject.
Me? I have a raft of shit that wants to be cleaned up; a bagful of loose ends that need tying. Relationships I am responsible for mending. This business remains unfinished because I too often fall into the trap of immortality. Ultimate mañana syndrome.
It is not morbid, it is good to remember: Oh yeah, I could be in line at the Valero convenience store when a young man I’ve never met pays his tab, wheels around to leave and then accidentally sneezes in my face.
One swine flu to go, please.
→ B.Dunn, Apr 30, 2009, 03 44 pm
