I’ve been thinking quite a lot (too much, probably) about 2 incidents that have occurred in London recently.
The first is the very unlucky death of a woman in Mayfair last week. One moment she was walking along, minding her own business on her lunch break and the next she was felled by a half-ton window.
Something similar happened to a pedestrian a few years ago on Tower Bridge Road when a bus hit a tree.
It just goes to show the tenuous grip that all of us have on life. For me it also highlights the importance of having your ‘ducks in a row’. If you were to vacate the planet tomorrow, are you happy with the state of affairs you would leave behind? Or would your loved ones have to deal with the chaos, guilt and uncertainty of not knowing your wishes?
It also makes me wonder about the best way ‘to go’. Is it better to have some prior warning, as B has been given, to plan the rest of your days? Or is it preferable to be knocked down (literally, in this case) out of the blue?
I really don’t know. Like most of us I prefer not thinking about it, which is a vote for ‘knocked down out of the blue’ but I’d hate to waste my days obsessing about electricity bills and public transport when, unbeknownst to me, death is waiting just around the corner.
Although if I didn’t obsess about electricity bills and public transport, what WOULD I do? Something more profound? Unlikely. That leads me back to the window scenario.
The second incident occurred 2 nights ago at a restaurant right near my work.
It isn’t yet known what drove this woman to commit suicide. If it was work related (as were the other two suicides from the same restaurant) I struggle to understand that. It must be a highly pressurised set of negative circumstances that leads a person to plunge to the pavement outside Bank station.
Although I work in the city, my job is usually quite pleasant and does not involve the level of pressure that some people deal with in investment banking. I’m not paid the same as an investment banker, either, but in the ‘work life balance’ my scales are weighed favourably towards ‘life’.
Death is all around, all the time, of course. It always has been. I think I’m just more preoccupied with these news items lately. It’s a reminder of how fragile life is, even without a brain tumour.