Maybe I'm alone in feeling that way. A couple of fairly high profile people have passed on recently, and while I recognize that these are tragic events worthy of sympathy I certainly haven’t internalized them. I care but I’m not moved or affected really. I don’t really feel any loss; it isn’t as though I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning wondering how I’ll carry on without this person’s influence in my life. I’m certainly not about to shed tears for people that I’ve never even met (although I had met Jack Layton on a number of occasions, I certainly can’t claim to have known him).
I don’t really understand how people can be all emotional over the passing of some celebrity or politician that they have no personal relationship with. It all seems a little ingenuous to me. What exactly are they mourning? What a person does or has achieved has little to do with who they are. Isn’t it all a little selfish? You’re crying that the guy who designed your phone won’t be designing your next one? That the guy who agreed with your aspirations won’t be there to affirm you anymore? I can appreciate that you can admire someone for their achievements but ultimately it isn’t as though their achievements go away when they do. At least they will be remembered; something the vast majority of us will never have.
0 comments:
Post a Comment