Sunday, April 21, 2002

Paintball!

Left for Coldstream abotu 7.40. Then played paintball the whole day. After the whole experience, i respect the work of the peace keepers, as well as any military related missions. It may seem fair for us to criticise the actions or rather the lack of them without us being in their place. I got to experience the simulations of such militatry confrontations.

Within the first minute of the first game, i was the first to get shot. And when you're in any invironment, there is nowhere safe because you can get hit anywhere. We were given protective headgear and we used plastic pellets filled with paint. The impact may only cause bruises if hit on the body but if hit on the head and hands can cause bleeding. Now if we were talking abot real life, any shot could spell the end of a life.

We sometimes take life for granted when we hear about the road death statistic, conflicts in other countries as well as murders. We just take it in and just accept them as a fact of life: shit happens. I just want people to just imagine how a death would be like, i assume it would be painful, and traumatic (like being shot in the face as well as the whole body simultaneosly in an oncoming attack). You'll feel pain, anger, confusion, and you see only the coloured blur (headshot) and you have to surrender and you have to leave the game. That's paintball, for real life there is no returning to the game.

I suppose death would be all that as well as all the other emotions that might occur at the very instance of death, it would be more than a 100 folds of that. Take that feeling (try to imagine it) and then multiply by every death statistics you see. I think we'll value more of our lives that way. Wouldn't want to take THAT for granted.

So when you think of paintball. Think of death, think of pain.

Thought of the moment:
"Assumptions are the mother of all fuckups"

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