When I started writing this entry, I was going to talk about all the stress and crap that's been going on with me at work. And while this past month has definitely pushed me to the limits, things just seem so trivial now. An old friend and former co-worker passed away this morning, which came to the shock of practically everyone who I've spoken to. Today's world is so busy and frantic that the frailty of life seems so distant, that we're so far removed from it all that when reality finally catches up with us, it completely knocks us to the floor. Honestly, I think I'm still in shock. He was only 24 years old, the world at his feet. I don't think I've ever felt such a great sense of mortality. While we've grown apart this past year, the world is a lesser place now. I'm reminded of a quote from Arthur Schopenhauer:
"The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost."
Life is a very precious thing, something that we all take for granted. It's times like these where we really have to stop and think about what really matters to us. Live every day to the fullest, because there are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.
Rest in peace, old friend.
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