Someday, my heart will explode from all the poison I eat and drink, or a merciful aneurysm will pop while I’m sleeping, or an airline toilet will fall out of the sky and squash me, and the trainwreck I’ve endured so long will finally be done.
And my Christian friends will ask themselves, “Why couldn’t he just talk to God again, pray for strength and peace and purpose, rediscover his place in the universe as a beloved son of God?”
And my hedonist friends will ask themselves, “Why couldn’t he just learn to live again, enjoy himself, let go, have some fun, stop thinking so much and just laugh and play and love?”
And my online and gamer friends will ask themselves, “Why couldn’t he find solace and community with us, throw himself into the virtual world, let all that creativity of writing and imagining and socializing pour over him again?”
I wish I knew.
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