So it would be that procrastination time of year once again which leads me to becoming once again another tedious soul broadcasting waste. I can assume the only reason you would be reading this would be because a similar plague troubles yourself.
So onto a post of somewhat interest and the thing that has been tinkering in my thought box of late has been the notion of death. Not in the depressing sense of loss but more of what there is to come. The whole idea of being conscience and suddenly not is both terrifying but simultaneously intriguing. Personally I have struggled with this idea since I was about four years old which I remember as paralysing fear. Since then though it has developed into genuine interest, how can you be content with your life when there is always so much more? It has become apparent that the only reason I fear death is more the fear of all that I won’t get to experience.
To me it’s not all about the time you have but how that time is spent and whether or not you can experience the real important things to yourself in that life. This arises the issue where I sometimes find myself questioning myself, should I be rushing off to experience as much as possible in as quick as possible or should I be doing the responsible thing and building up to a wealth of experience through education hence employment and the opportunity to really experience a lot of these things properly with maturity?
Sometimes I find I become much too focused on aspects of my life that I tend to leave relationships and experiences behind without fully taking the opportunity they offer and then end up racing back to play catch up back to where I was. It is silly but it’s a frequent occurrence. So as it stands currently I am back on this quest to find what I lost. It starts of simply just with actually talking to people again but it’s forgetting to those things that locks yourself out of your own life.
Back onto the main focus of this post its how easily life is forgotten after death. Sure there are some people that leave a legacy but for every one of those there many who are just simply forgotten over time. An interesting example is the city of Chernobyl where basically the city was evacuated and turned into a “no go zone” due to the high levels of radiation that remained after the disaster. Recently it has been opened up again for people to go through and the photos of the place have a chilling history within them (http://www.boredpanda.com/chernobyl-20-years-after-the-accident/ ). Personally I find it interesting just to imagine the kind of world that once occurred in these kinds of places. There is actually quite a lot of photography like this and just like a person a building without its life is just a shell, but it is a shell of potential where anything could have happened. Hours can be spent staring into these photos just wondering and dreaming of life in the past. 
So I guess the question I am really coming to after all this diverging all over the joint is how do you want to be remembered? In the end I guess that is all you have control over because death comes and goes as it wills but memory humans can create. If it was up to me right now I think I would wish to be cremated and have my ashes spread somewhere people can sit and just be happy. I find grave yards depressing places and if I have to spend eternity somewhere it may as well be a place people still can laugh…
So yes post your thoughts on the issue I hope it did not come across as depressing it was not supposed to its just death kind of has an image it cannot shake. Also below are some more links to some of these photography collections if you are interested…
3 comments:
Dilapidation is in all honesty the most surreal thing on the face of the earth. My grandpa used to buy heaps of houses as investment and naturally, you get some pretty negligent tenants. Eventually heaps of the places became unliveable and were just left for ages. I can remember being taken to some as a kid.
It's the most bizarre thing ever, it's almost invasive. I can remember finding heaps of letters that had been left in one house, in another there was a clothesline draped in washing in various states of decay. It's weird, it's like things can't actually end. In a way it's like people are dead but their lives aren't, the things that made them them just hang around in what might as well be another world.
on my grandad and uncle's farm is actually made of up of a few they have bought over the years each with their selection of sheds and builidngs and because only one farms worth gets used i used to go look through all these abandoned horse sheds, shearing sheds, diarys and just assorted sheds and its just like entering another world where you were never a part of and never could be because it has already passed
I have bad memories of farm sheds... I can just remember looking around one that still had a tenant. The guy had run the place into the ground and was sort of known for freaking out and trashing stuff, his excuse was his horses tore down an asbestos riddled shed or something ridiculous, point is, the guy had some screws loose. Well, I was probably nine or ten and looking around this wrecked shed. I stepped off a plank and onto something soft... that turned out to be one of three dead sheep, so I left to see the owner guy (dad had JUST told him we were evicting him) standing outside. He asked me if I saw the sheep. It was close to the creepiest thing ever...
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