Last week, Linkin Park lead singer, Chester Bennington, took his own life. I am saddened anytime a life is lost, but this one hit me harder than I expected. Linkin Park’s first album came out when I was in high school (I know, I’m dating myself), and their music was an integral part of my becoming an adult.
So this death, like too many others before it, got me thinking. I wondered how someone gets to a point where it seems like the only option is giving up. I wondered how I would react if it was someone close to me. I wondered how someone so successful (at least to the outside world) could consider his life worth ending.
Then I thought about it in the context of my own life, and how short life really is. Not all of our lives will end so tragically, by our own hands, but we are never promised tomorrow. So I thought about the lessons I’ve learned since high school, ones that Linkin Park’s music taught me.