Start with the beginning.
Last week has been crazy.
I rocked the one test I was sure to fail on Monday and it meant I was on vacation.
I had an awesome skate session on Wednesday at Namur.
I partied Friday through Sunday and had a lot of fun with a lot of people, it had been a while with both.
And today I started my job and I dont seem to have much trouble adapting to "being active".
Yeah there is nothing really that bothers my life too much these days, except for the fact that I still dont feel home here, but I even started to adapt to that too.
There is still something that crosses my mind. I spent all weekend at a rock festival in my neighborhood, there is no doubt I, as in myself, had fun there. Meanwhile, a girl died. Apparently, she ran away from a guy trying to rape her and fell down a cliff. That cliff where I took the pic you see. There is no reason to name her or show her picture or anything, just that journalists for some reason insist on the fact that she was born in 1988. She passed away while I was like 200m from there, having fun, being unaware of that, as well as most the people around.
Why does that shock me more than the others? because I have a story in that exact place where her life ran away from her.
In fact, that exact cliff is where I used to hang out a lot, watching the Meuse valley and chilling when the sun sets and such.
And yes, my life once got to a point where I thought I could act there like I had wings and feel free again. These where pretty unrealistic thoughts, back then I thought I would do it and now I think I would never have done it anyway.
My life has changed in many ways, mostly the way I see myself and the others.
And I dont know how her life was, if she liked it or not, and if she'll be better now than before, but I feel it is so awkward that she lost her life where I marked mine... And yes it happened. Someone fell from that cliff. Someone's end finally paid a visit at that place, and I wasnt very far. Could I have done anything for her? My philosophy tells me it had to be this way, no matter if it's a bad or good thing. Only fate is guilty on that one.
If she realized she was falling, I really wonder how she went through it. Did she see her life? Did she realize who/what really mattered for her? Did she feel glad about her life?
And yet, I come up with more questions.
(Why is she a stranger? Because time and place dont always come together well.)
Thinking about life makes you consider death, that would be my conclusion.
