Unless you know something that I don't, sooner or later, we're all gonna die.
One hundred years from now there will be all new people. Nobody is going to be thinking about the people who were living in 2009. They're going to be too busy with their own lives to care.
I live my life the way I want - finally - because I know that life is short, and that I'm going to die. If you're nice to me - I'm nice to you. If you fuck me - I fuck you. I have enough family and enough real friends to know that if you don't like me, it really doesn't matter. There are billions of people in the world. You're just a speck, and I'm just a speck. True freedom comes when you live your life on your own terms.
You cannot save me.
You can't even save yourself.
I cannot save you.
I can't even save myself.
So just save yourself.
Stabbing Westward
I often wonder when I'm going to die. Will it be soon? Will it be later? Will I die of old age, or will I die in a car crash? Will I live to see 100 or will I die of cancer? Will I live to see my future grandchildren or will I die in a fiery blaze as my plane crashes to the ground?
Is that morbid? Yeah, well sometimes I'm morbid.
I know you've read about Continental connection Colgan Air 3407. Rebecca Shaw, 24 years old, made only $16,000 a year flying for them, so she had a part-time job on top of it.
Beverly Eckert was on the flight. She was an advocate, involved in the creation of the 911 committee after her husband was killed in the attacks on the World Trade Center. Terrible way for both to go.
Why are huge pieces of metal able to fly? I don't know. I never studied physics or aerodynamics. All I know is that every time I get on a plane I wonder "should huge pieces of metal be up in the air at all?" Just sayin.' The whole process is weird to me.
As I was reading about this young copilot, along the way I came across this website - PlaneCrashInfo.com., There's a lot of information, and for the morbidly curious, there's the "last words" audio cvr tapes.
From Air Florida 90 - January 13, 1982
16:00:45 CAM-1 Forward, forward, easy. We only want five hundred.
16:00:48 CAM-1 Come on forward....forward, just barely climb.
16:00:59 CAM-1 Stalling, we're falling!
16:01:00 CAM-2 Larry, we're going down, Larry....
16:01:01 CAM-1 I know it!
16:01:01 The crash.
Of course I listened to them all, and basically what I've learned is that if there's "Pull up! Pull Up!" coming from the cockpit, you're fucked.
Jolie
4 comments:
Hi Jolie,
This is frighteningly heavy stuff! Sweetheart you are too young and too energetic to have your head in stuff like this. Everyone has moments like this and that is inescapable, but for Heaven's sake LET IT GO! Get back to your young family and your increasingly successful life, and let us old farts worry about death and redemption. Go hug your children, kiss your husband, and know that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Yours,
Randall Lang
Hey there Randall,
I'm not depressed - not today anyway. I do have my head in a lot of stuff. I think a lot. A burden? Sometimes. As Kurt Cobain said before he put a gun to his head - "I wish I was like you, easily amused."
Jolie
A long time ago, I gave no thought to death or how I might die. I was too busy enjoying "life" as I knew it then. Of course, when you're younger "life" has a different meaning. You don't have the same set of priorities. I was stupid when I was younger, as most of us are. I drank, I sped in fast cars, I spent every penny I earned. I lived a "today not tomorrow" life, but not from a viewpoint that I might die anytime, just from ignorance lol.
Now that I'm in my fifties I'm a shade more reflective about things. If I live an average male life I've got about twenty or so years left. I've had a heart condition so that's got to count as a negative too. Twenty years - just about the age of my son. It's not a long time, by any means, and I'm not really ready to go. I feel as if there's a lot I can still do. I'm not scared of death, even though I don't think there's anything after you flatline.
I don't regret anything I've done, even the stupid things, because they are what have made me who I am today, and I think I'm a decent guy. I don't drink, I don't do drugs, I don't drive fast anymore. Hell, I'd probably be boring if it wasn't for my kinky side ;-)
I'll die when I die. I have no intention of wanting to know how, where, or when. I'll do what I do and if the bony finger reaches out I'll duck if I can, to see if I can squeeze out another few years!
Jim Brown
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Hi Jim,
"I don't regret anything I've done, even the stupid things..."
I absolutely agree with this statement. Everything I did or did not do in my life has brought me to this point - and I like me. I want to be here for a while. I don't want to die soon. I take care of my body, but I'm not paranoid about it.
I think one of the best ways to live a long life is to let go of the stress. My grandmother is 90 and she's never been the depressed type. She's energetic, tough and opinionated, but she always in a good mood. I expect her to live to be 100 or more. (Her mother died at 115.)
I'm grateful that I'm finally living my life the way I want. So now I can just ride it out, proud of what I achieved. Once I learn patience - I'll be better off. Americans want it NOW. We're very impatient.
Jolie
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