Impending Mortality

Starting off this blog right. An immediate comment about mortality.

Brilliant.

The very human nature of glorifying death as this untouchable subject is, to me at least, hilarious.

Now that may sound pretentious and terrible, but hear me out. Death should be publicly taught about in schools. Mortality should absolutely be at least incorporated into Health and Well-being. After all, one would infer that death is one of the most important parts of life, and more so health.

The curriculum hammers into our brains the thought of rotting brains from drugs and alcohol, and diseases caught by those not strictly following “Safer Sex” but at no point do they choose to go into detail about death and how to prepare for it. Not to say there is a way to be prepared for death.

Am I the only one who ponders about the rapidly passing travel of time, going through us so quickly that if we didn’t stop to look around once in a while, we could miss it? I find that my peers take their lives for granted, choosing to instead focus on the bare fruits of basic enjoyment as opposed to wondering why we find things enjoyable in the first place.

I know I’m coming off as the type of person to think that everybody around me is far stupider and solely because I harness the power of big, bad words I am far more intelligent and similarly powerful; a thought I find genuinely funny and vastly inaccurate.

I could very well just be tired of the endless day-to-day sludge of life when I can already see the finishing line of life looming on me as if it were all I could care about.

Hell, sometimes the thought of death itself consumes me into a state of depressive thought.

But regardless, I know for a fact that just even having a bare amount of discussion should assist myself and others in their pursuit for knowledge.

Okay, to summarize:

• School is boring and terrible
• Death is big and scary
• As students we should be educated on the prospect of mortality fair earlier than we are. (Come to think of it, I don’t think any teacher has actually told me I was going to die. I think I figured it out myself.)

I know not to do drugs. I know I shouldn’t have sex without a condom. Please, for the love of god, find something else to talk about during HWB, teachers.