I just finished watching Last Days by Gus Van Sant. It was a disturbing adaptation of Kurt Cobain's last few days of life. I was able to relate to him yet I feel that he is a huge asshole for killing himself. It's hard to justify such an act but at the same time I totally understand how deep and painful the dire straights of life can be at times. The real measure of a man is how he faces adversity, pain, fear, and failure through out this seemingly long yet vastly short period of time we call life. I was about 12yrs old when he killed himself and I remember shedding a few tears while listening to All Apologies in my bedroom. I just wish his own words couldve helped him through what ever he was dealing with as they did me. I did learn one lesson from this unfortunate event and it was that no amount of success, money, or material possession is the key to true happiness. In the end the only thing that we can take with us are the intangible things that we leave behind. Memories, love, and legacy of life to those we care about. One thing for sure is that the world lost a great artist.
When these thoughts go through my head I remember the miserable wake Kurt left behind for his family and all who loved him. And I become stronger and smarter everyday left alive.
Listening to: Nirvana- The man who sold the world. (David Bowie cover).
-Peace
When these thoughts go through my head I remember the miserable wake Kurt left behind for his family and all who loved him. And I become stronger and smarter everyday left alive.
Listening to: Nirvana- The man who sold the world. (David Bowie cover).
-Peace