Two part post here. First a quick lil story.
Just got back from the beach. Rented a kayak, love to kayak especially in the ocean. Had my younger brother out, strong winds and a pretty good northerly current. Ridin some pretty nice waves and of course tipped her over. We flipped the kayak but my lil bro pushed a lil too hard and pushed it away from us. He drops the paddle and swims to the kayak. I'm stuck there with two paddles 200+ yards from shore and the currents already pushed him way outta reach lol. So I swim back to shore, totally gassed at this point. Walk north up the beach as he floats further and further upshore. lol I recruit our neighbor as he and his kayak are being spilled onto the beach by the surf and we carry his kayak another .5 miles or so, paddle out well past the pier's end where everyone's watching lol and get my bro a paddle and we go back in....
we get ourselves into situations like this all the time, sometimes I wonder if we don't subconsciously do it on purpose. Anyway Later we're talking about how a lot of ppl woulda lost it bein that far out and having to swim back in with the current that day and we get on the subject of death. I say that I'm in no way afraid of death other than it depresses the hell out of me that I'll miss something.... Like if there is an after life I NEED to be able to watch the world and see what happens to man.... The ONLY thing about death that bothers me is that it's liking losing the last copy of the greatest book ever written when you're right in the middle of it..... Everyone acted like I was crazy but to me that's always how I've thought.... So whats up? How does everyone else feel about meeting their end?
Just got back from the beach. Rented a kayak, love to kayak especially in the ocean. Had my younger brother out, strong winds and a pretty good northerly current. Ridin some pretty nice waves and of course tipped her over. We flipped the kayak but my lil bro pushed a lil too hard and pushed it away from us. He drops the paddle and swims to the kayak. I'm stuck there with two paddles 200+ yards from shore and the currents already pushed him way outta reach lol. So I swim back to shore, totally gassed at this point. Walk north up the beach as he floats further and further upshore. lol I recruit our neighbor as he and his kayak are being spilled onto the beach by the surf and we carry his kayak another .5 miles or so, paddle out well past the pier's end where everyone's watching lol and get my bro a paddle and we go back in....
we get ourselves into situations like this all the time, sometimes I wonder if we don't subconsciously do it on purpose. Anyway Later we're talking about how a lot of ppl woulda lost it bein that far out and having to swim back in with the current that day and we get on the subject of death. I say that I'm in no way afraid of death other than it depresses the hell out of me that I'll miss something.... Like if there is an after life I NEED to be able to watch the world and see what happens to man.... The ONLY thing about death that bothers me is that it's liking losing the last copy of the greatest book ever written when you're right in the middle of it..... Everyone acted like I was crazy but to me that's always how I've thought.... So whats up? How does everyone else feel about meeting their end?