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i ran across this photo...and i love it. |
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| Has anybody out there thought about death? Like truly thought about it. What happens when we die? Where do we go? Is there really a heaven? Or is there just nothing left? Whenever the thought of my death crosses my mind, it send shivers through my body. Just think to yourself...when we die, it's over...there is nothing left...nothing. The lack of life is such an awkward yet intriguing idea. This week, I have been volunteering at KU Med Center, where I have come within feet of people who were once alive. Why is it that when I or maybe even you ponder death, we associate it with cold. Is it because the morgue where we all will one day go is kept at a very cool temperature? Or is it because we know that when we die we can no longer produce body heat? My mind has been racing with all of these questions that I am longing to be answered. Why do I stand right before the morgue doors wanting to go in, but also desperately wanting to turn around and run for the stairs? What am I scared of? Death isn't contagious...I can't catch it! Right? Yesterday, when I was standing in the hospital elevator with the company of another employee, he was paged. He was asked to come remove a man from the ICU and transport him to the morgue. Hearing the request, he presses the floor button and proceeds to greet oncoming employees with a smile or high-five. What I wonder, is how this man, who will be exposed to another death when he reaches the ICU, can still have a good attitude and smile on his face. Maybe I'm not so afraid of death, but just terrified of time. Everyone's biological clock is ticking, and yet it doesn't even phase any of us. I mean it really has never phased me until now. I realize that it is healthier to live your life without thinking about how much time is left, because now I understand the stress it really causes. I just don't want to run out of time...I mean, who does? |
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| The Weekend
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my lover! |
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My weekend sucked...how was yours? |
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