You know,
It's really quite breathtaking, the things I've
seen and experienced, for the short time I've been alive.
I was reflecting tonight on lives cut
short, due to the recent death of a collegiate friend, and I guess the above
realization is the thing that lets me feel at rest, mentally and physically, the
thing that will let the prospect of meeting my friend's fate weigh upon me in
the way these things do, mostly in an empathetic, almost ghost limb way for
others; that if something were to happen, at least I have led already an
extraordinarily rich life, and have tasted many of its finest pleasures.
(Admittedly, this is also selfish, too, perhaps, because I don't know if she was
able to achieve anything similar, but there is nothing like a wrongful, young
death to make one question one's own
mortality.)
Anyway, as far as less
important corporeal matters are concerned, to the horror of my weary body, I've
embarked yet again (this time a much quicker run) on a roadtrip, a more
purposeful one but nonetheless grueling. Goodnight from D.C.; soon to Duke,
Nashville, and then back to New York.
I'm realizing why I so staunchly
committed myself at age 10 to only riding horses as my method of transportation.
How I long for a slower time.
Rest peacefully, Allison.
Posted: Friday - August 25, 2006 at 03:11 AM
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