SWARTHOS

It’s been a helluva week, I tell ya. I’m feelin’ a bit down in the dumps, for a few reasons, one of which is the fact that death has a way of bringing a person down. I don’t mean to sound so depressing or dramatic, I didn’t even know these people personally, but it’s hard not to be affected when you hear about the death of a celebrity.

I seen it online, on one of those sites that list all the famous people who have passed on. Rock stars and actors, I’d recognize so many of their names, and I’d seen so many of their movies and listened to their songs. It’s like they’ve been silenced, wiped from existence, all but for the recorded memories.

I then transferred over to a deceased porn actor site. Wow, so many gone. It’s like the percentage of them far outnumbering the percentage of mainstream actors. I suppose fame and fortune no matter how acquired does the same damage to a person, as many were suicide or drug overdose.

Living here in La La Land I feel a connection with celebrity, even though I have none in the least. Still, there is the sense that I walk the same streets, breathe the same air, and view the same horizon as they when standing on my balcony.

But tomorrow is a new day with its troubles and trials. I’m gonna try not to dwell on the past too much, nor think too far ahead in the future. We all have right now, here today and that’s enough to worry about. We all have the potential to be famous, but that’s not something I’m interested in becoming.

In our own way we can do something momentous and memorable, and make our lives worth living. Here’s to the future and all its possibilities.