|Life and Death
||[Nov. 19th, 2001|01:06 am]
A couple days ago, a good friend of my girlfriend's best friend Fan (yes, I know that's distant, but Fan's a friend of mine, too) died in a car crash. His friend was driving, and he was in the passenger side when it was hit by a drunk driver. The next day, he died. The drunk driver died instantly, and was most likely (by my accounting) sent directly to hell.|
Something occurred to me, though, hearing about this. Though I would by no means describe myself as suicidal or anything of the sort, I think I need to make my changes in my life so as to be more ready for my own death. Were I to die right now, there would be an awful lot to clean up - as happy as I am, my life lies in piles on the floor of my room, and there is far too much that remains (so far) unsaid by me.
I don't know why this has occurred to me, but it's been something I've been thinking about.