Consider Your Death

April 15, 2010

I SAW TWO people crying last night, both in the same living room. And I thought quickly about their entire lives (which I know nothing about). I thought about them getting through elementary school, being bullied, making friends, losing friends, failing tests, passing tests—every day seeming like an eternity in their childish perception of time. Then graduating to middle school. Then high school. Then college. I thought about how they lived each day through to the next, learning, growing, and thinking they were on some sort of upward slope. And after all of that, where did it lead? To them sitting in a living room. Crying.

If life were a movie that ended last night, it would be the worst film I’ve seen this year. I’d walk out of the theater and say to Janessa, “well that sucked”. Not because the bulk of the film was bad, but because of the ending.

Plays are classified as comedy or tragedy based entirely on their endings. And this makes me think about death.

I wonder if the genre of our lives will be determined by our last hour or two. Tragedy? Comedy? Action/adventure? It all depends on the ending—that last scene that lingers in the viewers’ minds as they walk to their cars. And maybe they say to each other, “I wasn’t so sure during that whole middle part, but it really came together there at the end”

And this, really, seems unfair.

No one likes a long winded blog–read the rest of this essay here: And in the end

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