Saturday, February 26, 2011
The Fall!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Why Murder is So Horrible
Why does this even need an explanation, you might think. It just is – we never think about it deeply, but it’s obviously, unquestionably wrong. Right?
I’m not going to argue. I, for one, am most definitely all for the idea that murder is wrong. Not just wrong, but heart-breaking. I am trying to use the right words to describe the raw pain I feel in my chest just thinking about it.
Because no matter where someone goes after they die, you have to look back at how they lived. No, not how they lived, but the fact they lived at all.
Do people ever think about it? We’ve all heard the phrase “with feelings” before (usually in relation to animals), but it’s so little.
Think about all your thoughts you’ve ever had. The tiny, useless talents you’ve accumulated. The big challenges you’ve faced. The dreams you had – maybe for a wife/husband to share your life with, kids to bring up. Maybe occasionally you faced a problem, got through it, and imagined talking to your kids about it.
Even the small things, like funny accidents you had, embarrassing mistakes you made. Your personality, your sense of humour, your opinions, the way you do small things – maybe you’re so stubborn you’ve made people cry about the tiniest arguments, just to get your way. Maybe you’re so kind-hearted you remember fighting through the pain to forgive someone for something terrible, just because you couldn’t leave them looking so sad.
Imagine all of that. That’s you. Your entire life, is a giant story. And when you die, that story ends. Full stop. There’s no coming back. Everyone you knew just has to live on without you, knowing your useless talents are ones they will never see again, your witless jokes will never be spoken, your tears never comforted. You will never be seen.
So my point is basically, when someone dies, it’s so much more than a life that’s being snuffed out. It’s not about the organs that stopped working, the blood that froze. It’s about the character, the very being of the person who will never get to share their personality again. Their story ended halfway.
The whole world, in my opinion, is like one giant story. But when people die, that’s every individual thread of story dropping away. And just because the giant story remains, it doesn’t mean theirs don’t matter. Theirs become so much more special, as without them, all the other stories would be different.
Murder isn’t bad because of the body that falls. It’s about the story ending, and ending before its time had come. And that is the real crime. No one should not get to see the ending of the story, come naturally and at the right time.
Monday, December 13, 2010
If I Never Knew You
If I never knew you
I thought our love would be so beautiful
And I'm so grateful to you
Never knowing why
Lost forever
Sunday, October 17, 2010
17 October
They're really nice. One girl (Haley) is from America, the other from South Korea. And I cannot remember her name, but we call her 'Ani' (at least, I think that's how it's spelt) which is a term of respectful older-sister affection. I think her name is... Chani... or something. Ani, if you ever read this, I apologise again for forgetting your name. I have explained how terrible my memory is when it comes to people, so I hope you understand.
Anyways, they're staying in our house for two months, and then we'll figure out other arrangements. I've had long chats with Haley, who is also obsessed with Disney, and some short chats with Ani, whose English isn't as good. I also got to read Haley five chapters of Harry Potter - we're going to try and finish the whole series.