You Write Such Pretty Words But Life's No Storybook

Linggo, Oktubre 9, 2011 / 7:54 PM

Am a big fan of wrestling ever since I was a kid and years ago I found the poem through a website, a tribute fan website for the late, great, professional wrestler, Eddie Guerrero, who passed away couple of years ago. Eddie had always been one of my favorite wrestlers of all time, as I not only admired his in-ring prowess, but I was also amazed at how he overcame his demons (he was a former drug addict and had just celebrated his fourth anniversary of sobriety the week before his death) and how much of a family man he was.

Years ago I was browsing through the site, when I came across the poem included in one of the fans' condolence letters. I was immediately driven to the point of being teary-eyed. Flashbacks of the week after his death came to me. I remembered watching a father holding his crying son to his chest, consoling him after the death of his idol.

The construction of the poem and its message was very contradicting. The message of it was to remember and reminisce about the happy memories, yet the emotional aspect itself screams sadness and yearning. THAT led me to the conclusion that there really is no way to talk about the death of a loved one in a happy, or at least in a monotonous way.

As I said, the location of where I found the poem and for whom the sender intended it to be for send me waves of the hundreds and thousands of fans who mourned the death of someone who, like me, they didn't even know personally. It overwhelmed me, to feel firsthand the after-effects of my idol's passing. But the other feelings I got were far more serious than things that happened in the not-so-distant past.

It fueled the fire of my fear of death, or rather, our mortality as humans. I have admitted to myself and to my friend that I have a fear of all things connected with growing old, losing loved ones, being sick, and our eventual deaths. Up to this day, I still do not know whether the poem made me feel more scared than sad, or vise versa. It reignited in me, the fact that you can be admired and loved by all kinds of people all over the world, have a wonderful family, and an illustrious career, but at the same time be very very mortal and die from the repercussions of something you did wrong, (and overcame) many years ago.

The poem was so perfect and well-woven, it made me realise and admit that life itself is as perfect and well-woven, but we will all meet the same fate. I must admit that I have more than just the things that I need. I've got a sort privileged life am thankful for, and real friends and my man who has never abandoned me and helped me and jump EVER SINGLE HURDLE that came in our tracks.

The mental, emotional and ultimately, physical rollercoaster that I acquired from a single poem almost diverted ALL of my attention from the main idea, which was being set free, or if you want to be more straight to the point..

DYING.

When I looked at it with a lighter standpoint, I saw it as being set free from stresses and demons, in Eddie's case.Generally, it was being set free from the sadness, emptiness, and anger that we accumulate during our existence in this life, and being set free into eternal life to be with God or whoever entity up there forever. Although the intention of the poem was to remind us to think about the happy times that we spent with the person who passed away, as a result, we are filled with sadness and yearning for that person whom we'll never see again until it is OUR time to be set free.

Now I find myself asking God that this reader would not only be touched by the poem but also by my words, and that He may give him or her the courage to see the brighter side of death of his or her loved ones and see it not only as an end of an era, but the rebirth of a legacy. END.

Mga etiketa: Dying, Eddie Guerrero, Wrestling, WWE