Tuesday, June 02, 2009
On 30 May 50 Pilot Whales chose to end their lives on the beaches of Kommetjie, where I live. Although I am healthy and young, not quite 50, I know that when I have lost those qualities which make my life the amazing existence it is, I will, as the whales chose to do, end my life. The passion and love which poured out from the hundreds of rubber clad whale saviors was futile, as not only did the whales have no desire to swim back out, but the authorities, early on in the day were clear on the outcome and had brought bulldozers to the beach to deal with the inevitable outcome. When I choose to beach myself, I will make sure no well meaning saviors or bureaucratic authorities intervene. And while I try to make sense of my mortality and my right to choose to live or die, Marike’s Roths openness in her column in noseweek about her leukemia have challenged me to look at life and living it fully while I have it.
Labels: When I choose to beach myself
# posted by Ian Mackenzie @ 2:13 PM 
