This is all so surreal.

At the height of youth, one does not know what lies ahead. Young and full of vim, the young man charges forth recklessly, plunging self into excitement and danger, without an iota of care in the world.

So it’s extremely surreal to note that one of us has already gone to meet his maker, so to speak.

It gets even weirder that the guy in question actually beat terminal cancer. TWICE. So yeah, while I generally would love to crack a few jokes here (for some of us, humor is how we deal with grief), it feels terribly inappropriate.

…I really can’t say too much, since I never did visit the site nor read the articles.

Man, even as I stare death in the face everyday, when someone dies, I can’t help but feel a sense of surrealness.