We all have our share of moments when we grieve; for the loss of a loved one, for the loss of a dream, or the loss of identity.
But to be able to pull that final trigger, to bid that final goodbye, to not to hold on to that last shred of hope, is a momentous moment, tragic in its essence, yet final in its completion.
For what looks like a sudden tragic last-minute whim is but a grand finale of a series of small death-like moments – moments that can make or break us!
In a world full of people, more people, social media connectivity, self-obsessed selfies, and check-ins, it is hard to believe that a person can be alienated enough to let go.
But then, a suicide, is such a personal moment, that any commentary from the outside, is like an arrow drawn from a set of broken fingers.
Yet, we humans, the mystical over-thinking beings, are the ones who’re drawn towards it & commit it every day.
Sometimes I think about Kurt. Why did he pull that final trigger (if he did at all)?
What was the last thought that shook him to embrace that final annihilation?
Was there not a shred of love/hope left for him to hold onto?
With the kind of creative genius he was, did even his art fail to speak to him in the end?
Am I, as a fan, scared to death when I witness his story because somehow the jigsaw puzzles of his life fit into mine?
To me, a man’s last moment is surmised in the lines Kurt sang so brilliantly, and with a bland expression in Nirvana’s The Man Who Sold The World –
” I spoke into his eyes, I thought you died alone, a long long time ago…”
An eccentric genius & a rare charmer that he was, I hope he witnessed the ever-pervasive peace which can only be found in the stillness of death...
“If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.” – Kurt Cobain
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