Today, 27 people have died.


Every day, thousands of people die in the US alone. Most of them are senior in age and experience, going out with a passing of the light. Heart attacks, cancer, and old age slowly devestate everybody, everywhere.

Around the globe, nearly 17,000 kids die every single day due to starvation. In a world where food has become commonplace in some areas, people are still being hit, and being hit hard, by this issue of malnutrition.

All over the world, so many die for so many wrong reasons. Sudden heart attacks, inter-city violence, drunk driver accident. So many lives cut loose, far ahead of their time. It’s become commonplace for all of these to occur, so that when another shocking report appears on National Public Radio, it is but another nuisance in our days.

In general, life moves on, no? Isn’t death inevitable, that any action taken against it futile?

Last week, a very specific debate team argued this with the most conceited manners; as death was inevitable, and any action to prevent death inevitably leading to death of some other sort, nothing should be done. Nothing. Nothing at all, no backup plans, no contingencies. We should accept our deaths, because only in accepting death would we be able to live.

Camus would have been so damn proud.

Would we really like that? Would anyone be willing to live out their lives in this solitude, with this never-ending cloud over their head? Perhaps you do believe that there is nothing in this world, nor in any other world. Perhaps you believe that this is it; this sad, dismal reality of ours. This. is. it. Nothing more, nothing less. No meaning, no passion; No logic, no absurdity. The world is gone.

As for me, I would rage against the dying of the light.

Life is worth living for the sole sake that we can find others. We can relate to others, we can become more than ourselves. Through life, a new generation emerges, a new society develops  Perhaps you accept the inevitability of death. All the more power to you, but no thanks for me.

As to today’s events, it really is a tragedy. The state of our nation is slowly deteriorating, and

my gosh I’m depressing myself by attempting to write this

i dont even know

i should sleep. Here’s a poem that Boness actually revealed well.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

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