When Someone Dies
When someone dies, after being horribly sad, I always have two very opposing feelings. The first can be summed up with "Oh my gosh, I need to eat better and exercise more so I can have a long healthy life and enjoy life more." The second thought can be summed up with "I should eat all the brownies I can, you only live once, I could die tomorrow without having enjoyed enough sweet and greasy foods."
It's pretty absurd that my mind goes right to food in relation to death. There is much more I should be thinking about. Rather than eating or not eating I need to start thinking about the actual fulfilling things in life:
Relationships: Friendships, romantic relationships, familial connections, love. My goal should be to experience relationships for all they are worth.
Experiences: Trying new things, taking leaps, testing boundaries, going new places. I'll probably regret not experiencing something I had the chance to experience more than I'd regret not eating another chocolate cookie.
Although, at the end of the day, I don't think there is regret in the afterlife, at least not in heaven?
RIP to Reuben Mitchell, the best Barack Obama impersonator I knew. You, and your talent, will be missed.
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"Oh my gosh, I need to eat better and exercise more so I can have a long healthy life and enjoy life more." The second thought can be summed up with "I should eat all the brownies I can, you only live once, I could die tomorrow without having enjoyed enough sweet and greasy foods."
ReplyDeleteYes!!! I think this all-the-time.
RIP Reuben
ReplyDeleteIt's weird, I think. Perhaps everyone reacts differently. I am too focused on the loss, I am not able to think of what I can gain or learn from death. But at the same time, I don't give myself adequate time to mourn. I usually have to carry on with business as usual because other people depend on my composure to get things done.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's more likely that I would think to take preventative measures to live well, if I knew the person who passed, was on a down-spiraling path.