A Fast and Furious Life and a Fast and Furious Death

Paul Walker had it all, brains, good looks, lots of talent and a big heart.  He should have had a charmed life and I guess for a while he did but his love of velocity cut it short, just as he was getting into the prime of his life.  One can not look at his life without feeling a sense of loss, of waste even.  His heart was always in the right place but his brain wasn't.  He gambled with his life once too often in his short life and one day he lost, as it was almost predicted he would.  He was a thrill seeker who needed that adreline risk the way an alcoholic needs a drink.  People of his nature thrive on risk, love the feeling of aliveness and invencibility risk gives them.  They are the mountain climbers of the world, the car racers of the world, the great explorers of the world.  And most of them die tragically young.  And for what?  For the chance to experience life to the fullest?  There are many ways to experience life to the fullest that doesn't have to involve crazy, excessive risk.  Most of them are fatalists and they will tell you "I could get killed crossing the street, I could get murdered walking out the door", but that's a fallacy.  You don't court death time and time again and expect to live a long life.  It simply doesn't work that way.  One day things will catch up with you and you'll lose your life senselessly, and unlike acting there are no second takes.  He did a lot of good in his short life and there's no telling what else he could have done if he lived a long life, but his infatuation with danger killed him.        The whole thing is incredibly sad and tragic.