Today, cancer happened. My mom was diagnosed with stage 2, potentially 3, of a yet to be determined form of cancer. It’s a weird feeling. We go through life conscious that these sort of things are possible, but never acknowledge them until this beast has already attacked, until the damage is already done. I was like that. Cancer was always something that happened to “other people”. Life is a peculiar thing; by the most minuscule and slimmest of chances we’re allowed a scarce moment to live laugh and love as our little speck of dust circles that big yellow ball of fiery gases a few times. But surely and quickly enough, that brief cosmic trip is over. The lights go out forever. And in the back of our minds, somewhere deep down, hidden but never forgotten, we’re always aware of this dire fact. Today might be the day that our speck of dust heads into darkness, and that oblivion is inescapable. Of course, there are ways to ease this anxiety- some people blanket themselves with religion, and others hide behind different ideals. In the end, the outcome is the same for all of us. It’s easy to throw recycled words at a problem, but when one actually comes to face it, the sudden precipice that is the end appears unsurpassable, unconquerable. This life comes, and it goes just the same. It isn’t fair, and it isn’t cruel. But in that time, we’re allowed to see the world. We’re allowed to lay in the sun, see the stars, fall in love, make the best of friends- but only ever so briefly. A favorite of recycled quotes “You are the universe experiencing itself.” Nevertheless, the cosmos has allotted us a second gift- significance is subjective. We don’t have to fall in line. We don’t have to follow a forced path. When time is ever-dwindling, every day is either the beginning or the end of an adventure. Make it a good one. Tell somebody you love them, go see Rome, run with the bulls, become friends with someone that doesn’t even speak your language. We’re all in this together, but remain alone in our ability to interpret. To finish, I know a lot of you may have had my mom as a teacher in high school. As much as prayers would be normally appreciated, I don’t find interest in them. If my mom has made any sort of positive impact on your life, tell her. Let her know that you’re thinking about her. At least to me, the proactive route is preferred. Thank you.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 02:54:03 +0000
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