Elvis The Elder

I noticed something about my time spent as a little kid that I never noticed before. When confronted with the details of a situation so fresh and unrelated to nearly everything else, I would conclude the situation however odd, was not odd at all. Example A:

Elvis dying on the can.

I dont know how old I was when I learned this, and I certainly didnt grasp all the ins and outs of what happened, but it didnt really seem that wierd to me. I guess I just thought that the incident occurred a long time ago, Elvis was probably old, and everyone dies sometime, so why not then?

But I was walking to my car from a movie theatre when I realized how strange that really is. I mean, this guy was glorified and exulted as this rock and roll mastermind, which he probably didnt believe at first, and then slowly took to heart (pun most certainly intended). Many decades after his breakthrough he finds himself shitting like the rest of us, just a regular guy, when his heart gives out. Sure you could say that his being addicted to expensive drugs on account of his wealth is what did him in, but what really sealed the deal was probably believing something about himself that might not have been true.

So the point is, uhhhh...

Crazy things happen, but crazy is relative. The older you get the more relative things become. And as a little kid nothing is strange, everything and anything is possible and even expected.

It seems that contemplating things, even obvious things, can be really valuable. Thats not a conclusion I could have reached as a little kid. Ultimately then, it's not about growing up and forgetting but growing into and remembering.