Beauty and Death
I wrote this for a beauty log entry for my class, Aesthetics, but looking back I think I look psycho.
BEAUTY AND DEATH
Death can crush communities, split families in two, and ravage friendship. But even
beyond this preliminary level of awfulness, there is almost a savage beauty to death,
as a permanent ender to the beauty that is life. It whisks away lives, faster than they
came; it is the only action that cannot be reversed. It is the closing of your lifetime
show, an absolute peace for the restless.
Just yesterday, the brother of someone I knew died. I had never met him, but he was
young and he was careless, the very image of the casual teenager that could have
been someone just like me. It shocked and saddened me, and made me realize that
no matter how frequent death can be, it is always a surprise. It springs upon not only
the old and the weak but also the reckless and foolish.
I feel like a sadist even wondering if beauty and death could be grouped together, but I
can’t help thinking that maybe under even the waters of the deceased there is
something horrible that can be seen glimmering in the right light. For along the road of
life there are so, so many beautiful things, and as death is simply the final part of life,
there must be something beautiful there, too. That past the cruel, vicious beauty of
the conclusion to being, there is tranquility.
It seems unfair that when you break the finish line, the race doesn’t matter anymore
because it’s gone forever. I can’t comprehend death, simple nonexistence, but in
every unknown lurks beauty.
BEAUTY AND DEATH
Death can crush communities, split families in two, and ravage friendship. But even
beyond this preliminary level of awfulness, there is almost a savage beauty to death,
as a permanent ender to the beauty that is life. It whisks away lives, faster than they
came; it is the only action that cannot be reversed. It is the closing of your lifetime
show, an absolute peace for the restless.
Just yesterday, the brother of someone I knew died. I had never met him, but he was
young and he was careless, the very image of the casual teenager that could have
been someone just like me. It shocked and saddened me, and made me realize that
no matter how frequent death can be, it is always a surprise. It springs upon not only
the old and the weak but also the reckless and foolish.
I feel like a sadist even wondering if beauty and death could be grouped together, but I
can’t help thinking that maybe under even the waters of the deceased there is
something horrible that can be seen glimmering in the right light. For along the road of
life there are so, so many beautiful things, and as death is simply the final part of life,
there must be something beautiful there, too. That past the cruel, vicious beauty of
the conclusion to being, there is tranquility.
It seems unfair that when you break the finish line, the race doesn’t matter anymore
because it’s gone forever. I can’t comprehend death, simple nonexistence, but in
every unknown lurks beauty.
Yeah, I mean like it doesn't make a difference for the dead person becuase they can't know what they've done in death.
And thanks for the comments =]
Miley Cyrus, September 25th, 2007 at 03:45:06am
v. nice :D
Teh munkeh, September 24th, 2007 at 10:30:01am
Wow. I like it. ..A lot.
"the race doesn't matter anymore" you say. ..I believe it still does. All those people who changed the world, whether it be through science, music, etc, and have died..we still remember what they did, even though they're gone and their life is gone. So technically, the race still matters..even after it's been completed.
vonny, September 24th, 2007 at 08:38:29am