Some uncomfortable truths
You are dying.
I am dying.
Your nearest and dearest are dying.
We are all dying.
Since the day we were born (some might say ‘since the day we were conceived’) we have all started out on our final journey.
For some of us the mortality end-game comes along a lot sooner than for others.
This year – 2016 – has seen a large number of departures from the field of popular culture.
The fields of TV, film, music, literature, and even pop-academia has seen many notable checkouts from this mortal coil.
Yet it is a sad fact that this unfortunate trend will continue in 2017.
When radio and television popularised itself in the 1960s, and drew in to focus the publicly-driven worlds of social and pop culture, the media was programming us (us being the population of the early 21st Century), for an upward, and steeply increasing, bell-curve of widespread, heart-felt losses.
I predict that 2017 will see far more checkouts from the world of popular culture.
And 2018 many more again.
We don’t know when we’re gong to checkout.
But a brush with the checkout desk changes us.
I have been told that I have become more self-centred.
I offer this without comment.
I acknowledge that I have become more emotional, in a ‘heart on my sleeve’ kind of way.
And I now look at things (people, situations, events) in much greater detail than previously.
This isn’t unusual, apparently.
A significant number of heart attack survivors report heightened, post-event, emotional and critical states.
I have no idea what 2017 is going to bring.
There are plans.
But plans are subject to change.
And I can’t share all of the plans here because secret.
But I can say that I plan on being here all through 2017.
And that I plan on being here far, far in to the future.
I have people to love.
And people to annoy.
And fast motorbikes to ride.
And many, many other plans.
So I’m going to be here.
A little emotional around the edges, maybe.
But I’m still going to be inhabiting this mortal coil.
And loving people.
And annoying others.
So yes, as this post started out saying.
Some uncomfortable truths.
Get used to them.
I’ll see you around.