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This will be my first of what I like to call e-entries. Acknowledging the plain and simple fact that science and technology is slowly but surely taking over mankind, spreading like a technological cancer, metastasizing rapidly day by day. Amongst other monstrosity’s ofcourse, I find myself succumbing to the world of online blogging. Now I ask myself, the simple question as I sit snuggled in my bed wearing a superman t-shirt, what will I blog about. My life? not that it’s boring but that I consider it rather self centered of me to be so involved in myself that I’d feel the need to make everyone else read about my life too. So no, I shall not blog about my life. My passions? They are endless, and it would be a rather mundane topic to blog about don’t you think? (rhetorical question don’t reply ) so to be perfectly honest, I have absolutely not one clue what I am to blog about, all I know is that I like to write, and I like to believe I’m not too bad at it either, therefore I shall write, about whatever it is that pops into my mind and lodges itself  into my pea sized brain , long enough for me to be able to remember it, that is what I shall write about, so bear with me will you, for my mind is nothing but a rabbit warren, filled with various rabbit holes of sometimes uninteresting, sometimes twisted thought.

Death.  To some this may be a very sad topic to discuss. However I don’t believe so. Depending on the person who died I believe everybody has a right to commemorate a loved one in any which way they so please. Considering the fact that I consider my mother to be dead as I was adopted many years ago, the druggie/ alcoholic is now nothing to me but as good as dead. So when we talk about death, we speak of it in many forms. The literal sense when a person’s life ends and some bearded religious men think the soul has been lifted up to the heavens and returned to its rightful owner (god, Allah whatever it is you call ‘him’). And then we have the hypothetical dead, which when we talk about can mean when an event has happened in one’s life that’s so painful for one to go through, and it has had such a vast effect on the person, that they feel they have nothing left in them anymore, as though, all resemblances of life have been sucked out of them. They feel dead. But they’re actually still alive. (I hope I’m making sense, told you it’s a rabbit warren)

So then we come to the question of, which ones better? To actually be dead, or to live a life feeling dead. Now I must say before I continue on this train of thought I’m having that anything I’m writing is my own personal opinion, you reading may have your prejudices and great, I’m glad you do, because that’s what makes life so great- the notion that everyone is so diverse. Anyway, I do do do hope you disagree with what I’m saying because then that’s where the real fun begins. So the truth is I’m not sure. I have reasons to believe that there are pro’s and con’s in both of those scenario’s. being dead literally relieves you from any anguish r suffering you were going through back on earth, but then, you miss out on all the things life has to offer. (To sounds corny and philosophical) And as for the other scenario, well for one, you’re still alive and being able to just simply breathe in this day and age is an act of heroism in itself.\, but the fact that you’re still alive and feeling nothing but numbness to the outside world means that you can get better. However, what kind of life is that one of which you don’t feel? No emotion, nothing, you just feel dead. Perplexed by you. A prisoner held hostage in no one else’s skin but your own. How’s scary the thought no?

Well there’s the end of that mini lecture. Maybe try asking yourself this very question I asked me and see what it is you come up with? Have a NICE day fellow earthlings.

-          Ess