Death in the 21st Century

It's 00.02. I'm trying to force out an episode synopsis to feel like I've accomplished something on a busy day of little writing and being ill. It's not coming out. I'm even concentrating. By concentrating, I mean that Twitter isn't open in the background.

It's 00.02 and the following iMessage appears on my screen from Justin:

I'm sure you've seen

But Robin Williams

:(

I reply:

Please

I really hope that this isn't what I think it is

I haven't seen

At this point, I know exactly what it is. My eyes begin to well up, not quite enough to form visible tears but enough to feel a weight amassing beneath my eyelids. And it dawns on me that this is the first in a terribly long time that I have not found out about a death via social media.

My Own Advice

This morning I dreamt that someone who I care very deeply about passed away. In the last couple years I've had dreams where my emotions in the dream are affected by my conscious; knowing how reality might affect the dream, or the dream affect reality. To contextualise this, my last conversation with the person who passed was a few months ago and didn't end well.

It was a tricky one because I didn't feel and still do not feel that it's my fault but that's neither here nor there. I actually don't care about that anymore but it was an important point to bring up for what's to follow.

Thatcher: The Unaddressed Side of the Coin

This is a topic I've toyed with whether I wanted to write about or not and have hesitated to comment on in the past week, especially in light of seeing how very passionate many people I know are regarding it. Having studied politics for a couple of years and participated in some pretty heated debates from other informed minds, especially during my A-Level years, I've had many-a-opportunity to realise that many of these arguments do not have conclusion. Nonetheless, here I am, writing this blog.

The death of former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher divided a nation. One could argue, not equally.

The debate rages on as some celebrate her death and others mourn. Further discourse takes place regarding those who rage and how they were truly affected by Thatcher's apparent tyranny that they were not alive to experience. I am not here to add to this debate nor fight a particular side but to, instead, take a look at another side of the coin.

Death & Cemeteries

Before delving into this topic I think it's important to apologise in advance for any misconstrued tones of insensitivity of the subject matter. I admit that, in writing this, I have no intentions of going back to read through looking for things that might appear this way as it's more important for me to convey my point. Therefore, hopefully by doing this, I've made it clear that I do not intend to offend anyone.

Death is something we can't escape in life. They say one of the reasons why it's good for children to have pets is so that, when the inevitable death of the pet occurs, the child learns an invaluable life lesson early on that everything, eventually, comes to an end. No matter how much one loves it.

I Can't Fear

I can't fear loneliness

To do so would be mad

If I can't be at comfort with myself alone

Then how can I expect this of someone else?