Life is too fucking short. Sometimes, euphemisms and politeness just don’t cut it.

To be honest, I feel more disappointed, surprised and confused than sad about David Bowie dying. For one thing, I didn’t know he had cancer. For another, part of me genuinely believed he’d actually live forever. He was human? Are you serious?

Now, I was never his biggest fan. I appreciated his work, talent, creativity, later style and personality, but I was never the one with posters on or a collection of his albums. I loved some of his songs: Jean Genie, Dancing In The Streets, Under Pressure to name a few. I loved what he stood for.

He was just one of those people who I just admired a ton. He felt like such a big part of the world. Some people are ridiculously overhyped. Bowie never felt like that. I loved how and why he was famous.

So when I checked my Facebook yesterday to goof around and see something funny, it was seriously infruating and depressing to learn that he was dead. What the hell?

And once again it was one of world’s biggest enemies, cancer –and I really have no clue how we still don’t know how to cure it. I’d rather not have a more developed computer or a self-driving car, and and we focused our resources on curing diseases instead. Obviously this part of the rant isn’t just about Bowie, and when it’s cancer we’re talking about, I’ll allow myself not to be too logical.
But moving on…

So here’s what I did after I learned about his passing: Before posting a tribute or sharing someone else’s link, I did what felt natural to do: I opened up my writing and submitted the latest version to a reader I’ve been meaning to send to for a while.

Then I met a friend for lunch, laughed a lot and came home to work some more. I also rewatched some of my favorite scenes from Laggies and A Royal Affair. I danced to I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons (I just love that song), and I finally brought myself to write this post.

Nothing quite depresses and motivates like death. This isn’t my first post about it, and while it’s not easy, it’s one efficient form of release.

So it feels sad, but I do hope there’s an afterlife, and it’s a good one. Wouldn’t it be cool if he was singing Under Pressure with Mercury right now?

The point is, whatever you want to do, get on it. You might live 40, 50, 60, 70 more years, but nothing is certain, so let’s just rock the shit out of whatever we have.

Love, and write on!