Week Four

Death is an ever present thing in everyday life. It's one of those things that's constantly over your head, waiting for the right moment to strike. It may be someone you love or even yourself. I don't mean this in a pessimistic way, I really don't. I've come to the conclusion about death that it's going to happen to everyone, at some point. So why waste time worrying about it?
That doesn't mean I don't worry about death hitting someone I love though. I mean, death is more painful to watch then the action (I'm assuming I've never actually "died") Through the past year I have watched death in the closest sense of the word, and I can honestly say that it doesn't get easier. Now I don't exactly know if this is a bad or a good thing. Good in the sense that this means I'm growing up, or bad in the sense that I've become a cynic.
I will give death this though, he's fair. He agrees that everyone should be treated the same, and receive the same fate. This is more then I can say for anything else in life. Every single person is going to face this penalty unless you find the fountain of youth, or are the reincarnated Jesus Christ.
So what brings me on this topic? The work Oedipus. Throughout the entire story, the tragic hero, Oedipus, is trying to escape the fact of his fate: That he will kill his father and bed his mother. His wife/ mother, Jocasta, does the same thing by trying to kill her newborn son, after hearing the fate that he will kill his parents. Both of these heroes are trying to escape the same over all fate, dying or killing someone, which is in fact causing someones death. These things can't be escaped, and by trying to escape them they both in fact cause their own demise.