The German born philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche is given credit for the popular quote, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” It is that very idea that has inspired me to begin a new creative writing series on my blog.
Forever pushing my body to its physical limits, I have recently begun a series of articles in which I share with my readers some of my near death experiences. I have decided to name the articles “Mortality Series,” and they will feature several different ways I have put my life on the line in order to test Nietzsche’s quote.
Common sense and survival instinct should make most people aware of the obvious, but for your own safety: PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF THE EXPERIENCES I SHARE WITH YOU.
The Colombian Necktie.
As the edge of the blade makes contact with my skin, I feel a sharp pain, then the burn of cool air upon an open wound. I feel the warm blood escaping its natural barrier as it begins to trickle down my neck. I fear the sharp steel has done me in this time. I put pressure on the gash in order to slow the bleeding down. The deluge slows down to a trickle, until I pull my hand away. Then as if the dyke is breached, the river of life resumes its departure from my body.
I have been in this situation before. In the past, I was able to stay conscience and remain focused on closing the wound, but today that doesn’t seem possible. My vision begins to tunnel, and I think of closing my eyes and letting go of this mortal shell. I go and lie down on the bed, preparing for my eternal slumber.
When I wake up, I have dried blood on my face and a piece of toilet paper stuck to the wound. As I peel it off slowly I think to myself that it’s time to change my razor. I hate when I cut myself shaving.