Random Blabbings

I Want To Eat Your Mind

Trigger warning:
The following blab has themes and feels which may not be suitable to those who haven't watched I Want To Eat Your Pancreas. No further reading is advised.

| you have been warned |

"I want to eat your pancreas."

Catchy, witty and, well, kadiri.

Pero the thing about all sorts of literature is that it will give you a fresh interpretation, a fresh meaning of something that is already known. In this instance, cannibalism.

Kidding.

I have always believed that the beauty of stories or films with a character dying is that that particular character lives his life to fullest, leaving an inimitable lesson to another person: to us, consumers, and to that character.

They'll have a bucket list and will experience everything in it. Parents and practically anyone who knows about their condition will let them do what they want because hey, they're dying.

We should try this and that. The movie or the story might say. We should live in a way that we like. That we love. That we could be proud of.

Famous examples of these are The Fault In Our Stars, Looking for Alaska, Turtles All The Way Down (Yes, all hail John Green), Midnight Sun and A Walk To Remember.

Pretty tragic 'no?

But, see, that's the beauty of knowing you're dying. You'll count your days, hours, minutes and use that to the fullest because you have nothing to lose.

Because you will leave all these mundane necessities in a month, in a week, in an hour or in a minute.

Yes, we'll all die. As in, it's the end game for all of us. And we should count our days, hours, minutes and use that to the fullest because we have nothing to lose.

No. Unlike dying people, we actually have everything to lose.

We have everything to lose because we aren't dying tomorrow or next week or next month. We have bills to pay because we're living tomorrow. We have plans to make, projects to finish-all because we're living tomorrow.

The notion of doing what you want because you're dying is pretty idealistic for me because no, people don't always have the means to travel even if that's on their bucket list and they're dying in an hour. People don't always have to means to do things that'll really make them say, 'ah, I can die happy right now.'

I have always believed that the beauty of stories or films with a dying character is that he lives his life to fullest. But there is a difference between knowing when you'll die and just knowing that you'll eventually die.

Although I'm very much amused that the dying character actually died differently. She didn't died because of her illness, she died because of something more simpler and abrupt than that; she was stabbed.

See, that scenario shuts me up. That scenario somehow screams that no, she's not living her life because she's dying. Instead, she's living her life and any moment, it could end. Like, right now-followed by Thanos' snap.

So, I couldn't really remember the point of this blab but dude, I want to eat your mind.

Would you let me?