Well I've been 32 for over a day now and have been sitting here reflecting. Sometimes I'm happy with the world and thank God for giving me the chance to experience all the things that make me happy. Sometimes I'm annoyed with the world and wonder about why I bother with it when the majority of things seem to suck.
But to be honest, wether happy or sad, every experience is worth having because it gives meaning to being alive. A sad experience emphasises happiness and vice-versa.
I feel like I'm pretty much in the middle of the scale. In my life I think some of the bad things have been pretty gnarly, but no where near as gnarly as the bad things that others have suffered like the jews during WWII, the poverty-stricken in 3rd world countries or those that have been dealt the dreadful hand of disease etc.
Another thing that struck me is that most of my hero's haven't even lived this long. Jimi Hendrix, for instance, died at the age of 28! Twenty Eight?! Blimey - everytime I think of him or see his pictures I look up ... I can't believe I'm older than he is/was?!
And on that note, I'd like to remember some people who have meant something to me in my life and who never got the chance to live that long. It's wierd as now I have been stuck up north for so long I hardly ever get to see my real friends and to be honest the following people are still just as much alive to me as the rest of them in my mind:
Tanjeev Chadhahttp://archive.bournemouthecho.co.uk/2001/4/21/102008.htmlTanj was a great kid. We kind of helped each other out during the turbulent times of school/youth. I'd give him somewhere to crash - he'd go out and sort breakfast. I wonder now though if still alive, would he have gotten over that dodgy scouse accent that he started to parade around ?! Rest in Peace mate ... will never forget ya!
Ben Nodeshttp://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4158/is_19960403/ai_n14051612I didn't know Ben too well. He was a year below me at school. But I do remember one summer, in Bournemouth, some kid came up to me and said Ben wants to speak to you - he's outside Happy Land. It ended up that Ben had been having a pretty heavy time and was in need of a chat with someone who, evidently, had also had his fair share of pretty heavy times. We chatted, it didn't help that much, but nevertheless I remember it well. After everyone had left school, a lot of my mates used to go out raving, as well as Ben. From time to time I'd go too. Anyway, Ben died at one of these raves and I never really got a chance to chat about our 'chat' outside Happy Land all those years before. He seemed another great kid and I'm sorry his years ended so abruptly.
Howard Miller
Howard was a brother of my Mum's boyfriend. I'm not sure exactly how old he was when he died but I think he was around 32 .. .possibly 34. Anyway, out of all my mum's bf's brothers at the time, regardless of how 'naughty' he may have been, Howard was the one whom I looked up to. He was pretty cool, and made people laugh. Unfortunately life must have really pissed him off that little bit too much and he is with us no more.
TaffyI went to University for 3 years in Bournemouth. Taffy was, hmmm, a live wire. Although I was never one of the 'popular' posse as was he, I connected with Taffy on a certain level and we would have pretty serious chats every now and again. Actually sometimes they weren't really even chats - more of a nod in recognition of stuff or both a frown at someone who may have said something unknowingly naive. Anyway, I was pretty much gut-wrenched when I found out a year or so from one of my other Uni friends that Taffy had died. If your listening dude "You fucking nutter!"
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Anyway, for those of you still here, if you do get pissed off with the shit, or if you do feel over the moon with something groovy, or whatever ... please appreciate that your feeling something ... because any feeling is surely better than no feeling at all?
Bless you all
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