Sunday, 29 November 2015

Personal Post: Only The Good Die Young (The Importance of Being Decent) For Kaestner and Mikhail

I'm sitting here trying to figure if this is for you or if this is just so I can get these thoughts out. I don't have a problem with them per se, I just think I have something to say but no one in particular to say it to. 

Last Sunday a friend of mine got into a car accident. That same day another friend of mine died from a different car accident. A year ago on this very day, my friend died in a car accident. A lot of car accidents, a lot less friends. None of these were friends I knew very well. Nice guys, always made me laugh, never had a bad thought about them. Didn't know them well enough to. And yet, I'm broken up about them simply cause, in no truer words, it's a damn shame. It's a damn shame when people who are decent, kind, level headed, people who are... well, good, have to go. 

The thing about being decent is, it's the least one can do, and it means so much. No one's asking you to be good, grand or great, just decent. Being decent is taking the moment to do something that is of no gain to you, but no particular cost either. If there's ever a moment where you can give someone the gift of treating them nicely, even though you have no obligation to, why would you not? Does it hurt you? Sure, people have bad days, and you don't have to be Mr. Rogers every day of the year, but if you're not having a bad day, think about how a simple act of pleasantry and kindness can make all the difference in the world to someone who is. That's who these people were.

I'm not a religious person, and if I were, I doubt I'd presume to know the plan. I just wonder if there is one. I wonder why, and if there isn't a why, why not? I don't have the answers. All I know is there are two mothers left without sons today. Sons that were my age if not a year or two older. I think of my mother and perish the thought of what it would do to her. I haven't always been the safest driver. The first time I got behind the wheel I popped two tyres. Recently though, I've been more conscious of what I've been doing. I realize it's not just my life I'm messing with. Plus, i'm just too busy to die now. 

When I think about all this, I remind myself that in truth, there's a lot that I have to be thankful for. I'm thankful that I have a platform to express my thoughts on film to whomever will listen. I'm thankful for those who love and support me. I'm thankful that with each day that passes, I got to see it. Today a lot of my friends are in mourning, and that's their right. For myself, I'll remember my friends the way I knew them, and hope I can do for others what they did for me. I'll hope that I can carry on their legacy of decency, and bring just a little bit of kind to any man, woman or child who might need it.

2 comments:

Keren A said...

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