Let me preface this with one thought, something I feel fairly certain is truth; we will all die at some point. Very few people get to choose how they go and those that get that choice usually make it based on three factors, pain, fear or hopelessness. So the rest of us do not know when we will go. We do not want to go. We choose life, that is why we still live it. There are a million ways out of this mortal coil, today I address one. If you can go your entire life without losing someone to adventure then good for you, one less heartbreak and I want that for us all. And yet… you won’t be exempt from loss and the book of death will still read like latin, indecipherable and mercilessly difficult, but “natural, it will be natural”. If the chatter around the deaths in the ‘extreme’ sport world this past week are any indication, somehow folks feel that dying one way makes more sense than another. To suggest that implies that death is preventable. It most certainly is not. I can’t know what it is like for those that have left us. I can, if necessary, talk about what it is like for those left behind. But I don’t need to. Our culture belabors the act of grieving far more than the act of appreciating the possibilities of life.
What I suggest now, today while I still breath, is wouldn’t we all would hope to see family and friends go full tilt boogie sucking the marrow out the bone called life? I would rather watch my lover stretch his wings into the great wide empty than see him wear a hole in the couch. That is the great mind fuck of life, longevity does not equal quality. Nor does a premature ending mean greatness. Our belief system asks faith of us but refuses to accept when we give ourselves to the idea of a bigger picture. It will never make sense to most people why a person would put themselves in danger for fun. Here’s the thing; that is none of your business. I am speaking to the mouth pieces that spill unquantified opinions into the ether. You don’t need to understand why. What you need to be asking yourself is why not. Why not live without fear? Why not show your children that boundaries are meant to be stretched, tested, redefined? Why not feel the wind in your hair? Why not? Not everyone needs to put on a squirrel suit to do this but wouldn’t we all be better served by a life lived with adventure in mind? That can mean many things. And fear will be a part of that but we have to push through into the glory of living. Because the alternative is boring. We don’t go in to this wanting to die or being careless about our bodies, it is the holy grail we seek, a happy life that makes us proud and satisfied. If I can live to be 80 with the heart and soul I have now, I will be a legend. If I die to tomorrow maybe I will be a legend still. What I do know for sure is that if I die doing what excites me please don’t suggest that it was too soon or pointless. If my death is pointless then so was my life
. Do not salt the wounds of those left behind by implying that there was any other way. Go live your life like it matters. It does.