Do you ever start thinking about something, and then randomness keeps reminding you of it?
Its happening to me as we speak, over the last few days actually. Morbidly enough, the topic is death. I think I know what started it: I somehow watched the awful, painful, tragic video leaked over 2 years ago of the beheading of American citizen, Nicholas Berg. No link, because I wouldn’t wish watching it on anyone. It almost made me physically sick.
Then, I caught this link from the Daily Dish showing last pictures ever taken of people before their death. From Elvis and Hitler to Princess Di and a couple killed by a tsunami.
Now in my Torts class we have arrived upon the topic of “Wrongful Life,” whereupon a child born with some disability is allowed to sue a doctor if that doctor negligently failed to diagnose a birth defect thereby depriving the child’s parents of the option of aborting the fetus. In other words, the child sues for negligence asserting that they should not have been born. No life was preferable to their life of pain and suffering, or so they claim. Yes, it is allowed in some jurisdictions.
These images have been running through my head for a few days now. I look at the ‘last pictures’ and wonder what was going through their minds. The terrorist tape replays in my head and Nicholas Berg’s face floats to the surface, kneeling on the ground as the terrorists make their demands in Arabic…unaware that in a few moments they will kill him. And then I imagine the child who sues because he should not have been born. Thinking of the child not wanting to be born makes me think of the dear friend I lost this year. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how this Thanksgiving he will not meet at my house and walk with me on my family’s Broadway barcrawl. I’m reminded of last year’s barcrawl, how he and I left early because we both wanted to sleep at the same time. And how I had no idea we’d never be able to do it again.
Ultimately, this leads me to the big picture questions that everyone thinks about occasionaly and no one can answer. If this life is it, if there is nothing else, if we are here because of a Big Bang and luck of molecular combination, then all of these things seem unbelievably sad. Too sad to thing about for long.
There is no real point to this post except I wanted to write about this little stream of thought and remember it years from now.