I really couldn’t care less about the rating that this eulogy carries; because it is one that would befit the ending of a Quentin Tarantino or Robert Rodriguez movie. But in the end the fact of the matter is that, this is a conversation between you and me. And that my friends, is the killing joke!
A rattlesnake once told a gecko that he was too small for his shoes. That gecko is now a patron saint in Guatemala. As for the rattlesnake; well let’s just say that he’s got a buckle where his rattle used to be. A stranger in an old Mid-Western town shot the sheriff, which ignited a killing spree. In the end there was just the stranger holding a shotgun and supporting a certain (here’s my favourite part) ‘damsel in distress’. Let’s bring this seemingly pointless ramble to an end and discuss some so-called serious issues, very unlike the colourful instances given above. Like what, you may ask. How about the fact that we are often a mere shadow of ourselves? When we try to come up with answers, to questions that often baffle us, do we pause to question the motive behind that question? Or do we just jump on the bandwagon? More often than not, that’s precisely what we do. And we seem untouched by those creepy hands of remorse. Why remorse, you would ask? Well, why not? When will you fully understand the true meaning of being ostracized by your surroundings? Well here’s a heads up. When we are on the verge of leaving our sinful bodies to rot, do we actually have a flashback of the good old days when everything was perfect? Irony is a part and parcel of our life on this wretched planet and we certainly can’t do without it. We often say that we are at peace with ourselves. How on earth do we have the audacity to say that? Peace? More like ‘Pieces’. According to an old adage, ‘every question has an answer.’ Don’t believe it. It’s all just a bunch of putrid gibberish that elders feed us with when we’re too young to comprehend life. When all is said and done, the truth is clear to all. Our lives’ manuscripts are tainted. Not by our friends, not by God, and certainly not by some Chinese assassin trained in the art of silent killing. By ourselves. And still, we play the blame game.
So think about it. See life through a magnifying glass (think deerstalker hat-wearing, pipe-smoking detective), not through a periscope (think doomed German U-boats) and you will realise it; hopefully before it’s too late. After all, what is the fun in the unknown if it’s not a surprise?
