Ragrets and The End
I’ve had a lot of strange moments in my life lately. Mainly, they have all been brought to my attention thanks to my continuing chronological journey through Star Trek. Here’s an example. This is going to sound morbid, but I don’t mean it this way… BUT! Has it ever crossed your mind, or have you actually done a goodbye video in the event of your death? What brought this about was the death of a main character in season 1 of The Next Generation. The rest of the main cast goes to the holodeck where they are greeted by a hologram of the recently deceased giving a goodbye message. I thought this was the coolest thing ever. Now, I have seen about 88% of the episodes of TNG, this one included, but this time around I’m really paying attention and that scene struck a chord with me. I started to think about it and I think that would be the thing that I would want to do. Actually, I’d make two videos. I’d make one for the people organizing my visitation/Rosary/Funeral making sure that they dressed me up in the tie I’d like to wear, make sure that they don’t have the Requiem Mass anywhere else but my FSSP parish and offered by one of the FSSP priests, and to make sure that the people I happened to mention in the second video would be present for said video if I did blast some names out. THEN I’d go ahead with the goodbye video. I think that would solve a lot of problems. Gone would be the “In according to what we believe his wishes very well may have been…” business, it would be put right there on front street what I’d want. Now, I know funeral planning and prepaying is a thing already, but I would like to add the personal touch of a video. Some co-workers and I talked about that today and I was hoping they wouldn’t take it that I was morbid, but thankfully they fully understood what I was saying. It’s not a bad thing to give at least a few passing thoughts about the end of the line here on this planet. I know the important thing is to prepare for the next life after this one, but not dwell on it too much.
That quick conversation with the co-workers of mine brought another thought to me. Regrets. I know that’s a big word and people have even inked “No Ragrets” on their bodies and many a song have been written about not living wondering what could have been, etc., but if I’m being honest with myself, I have to say that not only do I have general regrets, but I regret the things that I think I could have achieved in my life through no fault of my own or my family. Let me explain. As some of you may know, I am a HUGE fan of NASCAR, and I enjoy other forms of racing as well, but for me stock car racing is where it’s at. With that said, every time I’ve been in the informal positions of racing, I’ve always dominated it. My hand and foot coordination has always been on point and as my pops and sister can attest and I’ve always been a natural driver. Sadly, west Texas isn’t the most ideal place to get a racing career off the ground. The way I understand it anyway is that most of the drivers that are climbing up the ranks of NASCAR have invested upwards of $200,000 to just have the chance at making it. I know my mom (rest in peace) and dad love me and would do anything for me (within reason), but I wouldn’t allow them to find ways to help me get that insane amount of money together to chase a dream. That’s just crazy.
Another dream that comes to mind is what is still a delusion of grandeur of sorts. I think if I had the means and the effort put forth back in the day, I think I would have made it in the music business and made a career of it. Don’t get me wrong, some mini versions of these dreams have come to pass. In the two bands I’ve been in, I’ve played for crowds in the hundreds (yay me, right?), I’ve played mostly all the genres of music I’ve enjoyed sans jazz and hard rock/heavy metal, and I’ve recorded two albums to date. That’s pretty good, I’d like to think! BUT, there’s always that dream of being discovered, signed to a major label contract, and going on tour playing 20,000 seat arenas, and writing and recording music the way I’d want to with all the time needed in the studio to make my vision a reality. Who knows, maybe it could happen. Getting back out there and gigging at different places and continuing to write music needs to happen first. Heh.
Point is, I do think of these “what if” scenarios often. Well, maybe often is not the right word because it’s not like I live in the past questioning every step I’ve taken, but there are those occasional thoughts of “Damn. I think I’m pretty good at ____. I should have pursued that in my youth. *sigh* Oh well.” Things, in the end, are meant to happen the way they happen. I’m a firm believer in God’s plan. He knows what’s up. I’m at where I am in the entirety of my life with reason and purpose that He knows. It’s not my place to question it.