My mind works in funny ways. It jumps and leaps and suddenly, with the tiniest of provocations I’m way over………………………………….. here.
Today, what murky thought nook am I swimming in? I’m worried I’m going to die feeling nothing, while looking at my iPhone.
Like the 1994 book by John Birmingham, but just swap the felafel for a phone and that’s me.
She died with an iPhone in her hand.
I never normally think about how I'm going to die. I think a lot about how I want to live, but despite all that thinking I never seem to hit the sweet AHA! spot. The Yes! Got it. Made it. I've nailed this whole living thing. Follow me on Instagram because I'm a life guru in a tutu drinking a mutu.
I was made to think about how I wanted to die and my phone use when I read about Australian comedian John Clarke's death. The satirist, writer, mentor and from all reports kind and good man died at 68 (yes, too early) while out doing what he loves.
In a statement to the media his family said:
"John died doing one of the things he loved the most in the world, taking photos of birds in beautiful bushland with his wife and friends. He is forever in our hearts."
No doubt his death would have been a terrible shock and is incredibly sad for those who loved him, but a jolt went through me when I read about his last moments.
He was someone who did things. Hiking and birds were obviously his things.
He was out in the world doing what he loved, with the people he loved.