Recently, I’ve been listening to a lot of Linkin Park. A certain friend had been subtly encouraging it. I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t listened to their newest album “One More Light” hardly at all. It doesn’t really sound like the LP we have all grown up with. However, the more I listen to it, the more I think it’s their most mature work. The songs have really hit me.
The title track has been a major theme in my life. I recently had a friend pass away, so a song about death hits harder than most at the current time. Although my friend didn’t pass from taking his own life, as I think the theme of the song portrays, it really has me thinking about what one life is worth and what our existence is on this planet.
The truth is, we have no idea what our existence is all about. Is there a higher power? Are we some cosmic coincidence? Do we merely live to pass on our genetic markers to the next generation, just so they can do the same? In the end, it doesn’t even matter.
The one thing that does matter is the now. Don’t misinterpret me, the now is our lives. Our meager years on this spinning rock. That is what matters. And each existence during that time is precious. This is the point I think Chester was singing about. We all matter, we are all important and he sees that (as we all should), and would care if he woke up and heard that someone died.
We truly have an epidemic on our hands in our society today—whether it be our high rates of suicide mixed with our low access to mental health services, or the taboo we’ve put on the topic to even talk about it, or every person who is gunned down by another individual for whatever reason, or the individual getting away with it, with little to no repercussions—I feel like the consideration for human life in today’s world is incredibly low. We have humans sitting at a desk remotely killing people with drones, almost like it were a video game. We’ve even made war impersonal.
The question I leave us all with is, where do we draw the line? When do we take back what’s ours and stand up for one another as all compassionate human beings should? Sure there are activist groups out there trying to make a difference, but at the end of the day, we let this system control the outcome instead of making it work for us. So I ask you this in closing,
“Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
We’re quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?”
“Well I do.”