And the world moves on.

I'm writing this out because someone I really looked up to passed away around a day ago. This was devastating news. Even though I had never met him, contacted him, or really done any sort of thing in regards to him, and I really regret that.

And yet, at the same time, I take solace in the fact that what has happened did, in fact, happen.

I take it that it's a sign of emotional maturity, the acceptance of things that have happened in my life not going the way that I had expected them to go. I justify myself in a more existential way, though. I look back on it, and see that, yes, he did in fact die. But at the same time, though, the wind still blows through the trees, the birds still whistle and flutter about them, the clouds still drift through the azure sky, and the sun will still rise at the beginning of the day.

The sun sets at the end of the day. Everyone has to die, whether they want to or not. That much is true, and is to be accepted. I personally have. Does that make me a stone-faced stoic that feels nothing to the human condition? NO!! I nearly panicked when I found out he died, to be frank with you. It's the way I regathered myself and my composure that I'm awestruck about. I genuinely haven't felt that, but it's the way that I did that makes me proud of what world I live in that refuses to stop. Yes the world moves invariably. Famine, drought, war, and poverty happen and I pray that the ailments of the world come to an end. At the same time though, what joy it'll be to experience a world that can move. Look at how beautiful the day is, and how the summer heat beats down on our sweaty noggins! I know it feels inconvienient, but isn't it freakin' cool that we live somewhere that we can experience heat and cold and summer and winter and all of those things?

At the same time though, I still have to remember that this happens every day, and those constants are, well... for everyone. The impact of one man cannot be measured on just how they've impacted their own self, but how they've impacted everyone around them. And... as someone who's seen firsthand how this person made me proud of who I am as well as benefitting the world... It makes me less sad that they're gone, and more proud that they were here.

Thanks, Spottacus. We fucking miss you.