It's a friends only journal - and I won't really add you if I have never met you, nor know you, nor like you. Nor will I add, if you don't plan to add me back. My journal, my rules.
Let's go for a ride.
Let me tell you a story. Not my story - that's later, just *a* story. Ready?
Once upon a time, or more specifically at the dawn of time, god - lower case "G" - was getting busy with creation, as the kids these days are saying. He gave toad a clay jar and said "Be careful with this, it's got death inside". Pleased as punch and oblivious to the fact that he was about to become god's fall guy on the whole death issue, toad promised to guard the jar.
Then one day, toad met frog. "Let me hold the jar of death", or whatever you call it frog-bag said.
With a nod to Nancy Reagan's pearl of wisdom, toad just said no. But frog was determined, and after much whining, toad finally gave in. "You can hold it, but only for a second" he said. In his excitement, frog began to hop and juggle the death jar from one foot to the other.
Frog was an asshole.
"Stop!" toad cried, but it was too late. Frog dropped the jar and it shattered to the ground. When it broke open, death got out, and ever since all living things have to die. Makes you wonder how much better the world would be if frogs stuck to hocking beer...
So there you have it, the mystery of death finally revealed.
I'd say I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not. I excel at not giving a shit. Experience has taught me that interest begets expectation and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to avoiding disappointment, is to just avoid interest. A equals B equals C equals A, or whatever. I'm also not interested in being a good person or a bad person. Either way, you're screwed. Bad people are punished by society's law. And good people are punished by Murphy's Law. So you see my dilemma.
They say your entire life flashes before your eyes the moment before you die. That might be true if you're terminally ill, or your parachute doesn't open, but if death sneaks up on you, the only thing you have time to think is, "Aw, shit!".
Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera sera.