Carpe Diem

“Tell me how to fight?” How do you fight something that, at any given point, can kill you? We all know we are going to die one day, but to know that your death is quickly coming, it will be painful, and all at the hands of tiny little molecules killing you slowly from the inside is terrifying. And there’s nothing you can really do about it. I don’t know how I could live like that. Bill T. Jone’s Still/Here took me a moment to realize what was going on. Whose talking? What are they saying? It dawned on me that they are people, terminally ill people, taking about their disease. When one of the dancer was laying down other dancers, it made me realize what this dance was about.

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I was very upset at first when I realized what this dance was representing. Why am I watching something that has to do with death? But then, I was grateful. It shows how little life is, how people, everyday, are fighting to stay alive. And here I am, a five foot two women getting the best public education New York City has to offer, being exposed to a tremendous amount of culture, and not having to spare a dime. It reinforced the idea about how lucky and gifted I am to have such an amazing opportunity. It made me appreciate life even more. Because, there are days I miss the bus or I don’t want to be around my parents, but at the end of the day I am alive, healthy, and lucky.

When I was watching this dance and reading about it, it reminded me of the women, Brittany Maynard, for took her life on Saturday because she was terminally ill. She was in the program, Death with Dignity, where people can choose to take special medication to end their lives if they are terminally ill, an adult, and understand what is going on. To top it off, she was only 29. She realized that she wasn’t going to win the fight, that in the end she was going to get sicker, suffer, and die. I think everyone should have the choice to do this or not. Only a few states allow this so far. I was reading an article on CNN, My Mother Deserved to Die with Dignity“, which basically explained how the author of the article, Loren Stanford, had a miserable childhood, growing up to watch her mother go through various procedures to “beat” cancer. In the end her mother’s appearance and personality was altered, and the mother committed suicide. Stanford wanted the last memory of her mother to be of her real mother not the one where sickness took over and created something that wasn’t the real thing. That is what Maynard did. It is very sad, but it reminds me to always seize the day.

The person who died was not my mother. She was not the funny, intelligent, strong and fierce woman I knew. The person who died was sad and had lost all hope. My last memory of my mother is of this person. Lying on the bed with a bottle of pills next to her and her eyes half open. There is no justice in her lasting legacy. She deserved better. She deserved to go in a more dignified way. – Loren Stanford

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Overall, the dance evoked various emotions from me. They ranged from sadness to understanding. I feel like, after really reading and watching Jone’s dance, I am more committed to my life than I ever was. I feel like everyday is a day to seize the moment. If I don’t, it could be too late.

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