End of the Line

Guy1: When you die?  Where do you think your soul will go to?

Guy2:Where will it need to go?  my life is over.  That's the end,*Poof!* it's gone.  I call it the Poof theory.

This is how I think… when you die… your so called soul will just vanish into nothingness, no heaven, no hell, no reincarnation, no becoming a star in the skies… just poof!

This past few months have reminded me how fragile life is, someone is always dying, it's like we are a balloon inside a room full of needles, opening a window can let in a good or bad type of breeze, if it is bad…you will be pushed against a needle on the wall and poof!, if it is a good type of wind it will carry you outside another window and into another room filled with yes!  Walls with needles!  It's almost a cycle moving from room to room but in the end there will be a room with no doors and one huge ass window. the end of the line.

A guy I know back when I was a kid died, some say he died from a nightmare but rumors say that he committed suicide because of his girlfriend.  Damn!  Imagine someone taking his own life away for some girl she loved, not her mother, not her sister, but her girlfriend.  I don't mean to talk ill of the dead, but I'm just pointing out the stupidity of an action like this, whoever is reading this, if ever you have an urge to commit suicide for anyone… don't!, no one wins if you killed yourself, your loved ones will cry, the one you died for will feel guilty and probably die from that.  I love Emo songs but I always hated Emo guys, I don't mean Emotional songs, I mean Emotive Rock and I don't mean normal Emo dudes, I mean the "severe" ones, the one that loves self mutilation and is obsessed with Razor Blades.

Another dude I know died of a Motorcycle accident, he was someone from my class, I'm not very close to him, but we talk sometimes, the W.H.O .(World Health Organization) states that nearly 1.2 million people die of road accidents every year and 40% of which are under 25 years old.  The Metro Manila Development Authority report showed that motorcycles have the highest fatality rate with 122 or 23.6 percent of total fatal accidents.  My uncle used to say to me to never buy a motorcycle because if ever you ran into an accident there are only two places that you'll probably end up, inside a hospital or in heaven drinking coffee with San Pedro.

A guy I heard of, died from a gunshot, he was 17 years old.  He was at the front of his house when he was hit with a bullet from a 9mm.  The shot was fired by a drunk cop looking for trouble.  What a mess!  Damn cop, I feel really sorry for the kid, at a young age he died, never even experienced the joy of tax paying, voting, and other boring stuff that adults do.

Ever since then I have been cautious, sometimes it irritates me.  It takes me a while to cross streets and to withdraw money from an ATM machine.  I even leave the jeep I'm riding if it's too empty.  I constantly look around for suspicious people, and it makes me look suspicious to other people.  Until one day I woke up, I said to myself:
"I think I'm not gonna' be a crazy paranoid today".

What I have learned is… Death is Inevitable, and you can't stop something that is Inevitable you can just delay it.
But spending your time working on delaying it can kill the enjoyment of living which will eventually lead to death… by… not living an Awesome Dangerous Kick-Ass Life!

So my new plan is just be awesome at this lifetime and hope that they will create a formula for immortality, so that I can buy it, or steal it.  To continue another Awesome Life.  Awesome huh?

To All of You People scared of Dying:

Live your life on the edge, it's more fun!  I'm not saying go walk on the middle of the street here, I'm just saying that SURVIVING ISN'T LIVING.

Man… This Blog is Boring!  Sorry folks.  Next time I'll blog about my Adventure with my Three Headed Horse to defeat the Evil Five Headed Emperor of the 8th dimension and save the beautiful princess who knows Kung Fu.

Now that would be something Exciting!

P.S.  my Balloon-In-A-Room-of-Needles metaphor was nominated as the most stupid metaphor of the century.