So I’ve been thinking lately, as I always seem to do, about the world. I just have a lot of thoughts I need to get out, and writing is one of the ways I like to do that. Also, sharing this on here I guess is a way for me to let go of all the thoughts whether anyone sees them or not.
I’ve been thinking about a lot, but this one little thought came to mind and kind of stuck. I’ve been thinking about life and death, and I had this image of a tombstone that said RIP on it, rest in peace. I’ve been having a hard time lately, so yeah, I guess I start thinking about all these big questions when I life starts to gang up on me, and yeah I probably overthink it all, much to my own detriment. People always tend to treat death and deceased persons with such respect and deference and softness. We wish the deceased to ‘rest in peace,’ in an everlasting sort of peace. Now, I’m not here to start debating what happens to someone after they’ve died. Regardless of how one answers that, it doesn’t change the fact that, for all practical purposes regarding our abilities living in this world, that deceased person is gone. We can’t really do anything to change that. I just wonder sometimes, seeing how respectful and reverent and kind and soft people act towards the dead at funerals and the like, why don’t we always do the same for those still living all around us. Maybe it’s just that well-known and experienced that fact that we don’t always really begin to appreciate someone until they really are gone, for good. But can’t we treat those people who are here just as well as we treat those who are not here? Sometimes I wonder why we don’t go around with the thought, ‘live in peace.’ Oh, I know there are plenty of people who really do live this way to the fullest extent, but it always seems so lacking in comparison to the importance given to the chanting of ‘rest in peace.’
This is probably getting into realms that I don’t need to approach online in this setting, but sometimes I think life and death are these somewhat empty terms. I mean, I know people are born and people die, literally, I totally get that. But sometimes I see other people, and most importantly, sometimes I look at myself and think, I am not alive right now, I am most certainly dead. Sure, I may have been born in the past, I may be gone in the future, but all I can do is what I can do right now, but I am certainly not here right now. If I am alive but dead, then certainly actual life and actual peace have to exist beyond the constraints placed by those terms. And I think I know what I’m talking about, it’s just all this language and trying to explain it always gets in the way. But I think others know what I’m talking about too. It’s that moment you spend just laying next to some other person, staring, that moment of awesomeness rocking out at a concert, that moment of beauty sitting and watching the sunset over the sea, that moment of laughter when someone tells the stupidest but funniest joke ever.
Yeah I don’t know, that’s all I got. My thoughts on this matter have run out. グード。 And I didn’t mean to do that in japanese, I accidentally had that on still. Haaaa