I was in Las Vegas a month ago when the Paris attacks took place.
And this week, fellow Quebecers were in an accident on the strip where I spent most of my time there:
Those interviewed keep asking ''why''? The same was said about what happened in Paris, and in Beirut.
But there is no why. This one was a distressed woman. Terrorists have a cause. People need to realize many things, chief among them the fact that even if we cure everyone and every ill, one dissatisfied customer can take things to the extreme and crack - and kill.
Another part of life is that we all die.
At birth, at one year old, at ten, at twenty-five, at fifty, at eighty-three, at one hundred years of age. Natural causes, AIDS, cancer, accident, murder - no one walking the earth's surface survives, ever.
Who the fuck cares how you die. Live for the moment. LIVE. Because Life hangs by a thread, and a tiny one that no one can see most times.