Mortality

Image via Fuck Yeah Spartacus

Without falling into a long-winded morale or turning into a total bore, I have been struck with an unsettling thought lately, even more so than ever: how fickle our lives are. Some very, truly and deeply fragile things. Think about it: have you had an easy relationship with death thus far in life? I know i have and i know that i'm lucky for that. I recently started taken on a new tv series (for lack of game of thrones), Spartacus. Watching the show about a fallen Barbarian who becomes gladiatorial legend and leads to an uprising is fascinating. It's very gore and very raw. And the main charater is swoon-worthy and gorgeous and strong and intense and let's just say, he knows how to handle his woman. He is also...dead. In real life, Australian stud Andy Whitfield who portrays Spartacus passed away last September after loosing his battle with leukemia. And this leaves me...so confused and sad and quite frankly in a state of disbelief. How can this very man I see on my screen be no more? How can this man who portrays a soldier, the epitome of strenght, could have been weak? He was 40 years old. So young.  I don’t quite understand why, but I am deeply affected by this. I didn’t know Andy Whitfield personnaly (obviously) but seeing him on screen, so vigorous, and imagining him on his death bed flabbergasts me. Life is ridiculously short. And worst life moves on after youre gone ( a new actor has replaced him). As sad to think about it as it is, we are completely and utterly unsignificant. Kind of makes every decisions, every day, every breath that much more important, doesn’t it? I mean, our lives could end tomorrow. What have you done today to make it worthwhile? xox