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My Dad and Kurt Cobain
by ButterflyEffect

    When Cobain really did die, of suicide, I wasn’t particularly surprised, because his physical and mental health had seemed precarious. He often spoke of his debilitating stomach issues. A history of depression ran through his family. The pressures of fame and all the non-stop touring seemed to exacerbate whatever he was feeling. His ragged voice and hunched frame weren’t just affectations; they were manifestations of his discomfort.

    I faxed my dad the night it happened. I couldn’t understand Cobain’s death. My dad wrote back:

    I agree that it’s a society tragedy, too much pressure. If he felt that it’s beyond his control or creativity or else, it sometimes led to the conclusion of suicide, especially for talented artists. They felt that the sense of living disappeared. So sometimes, the “normal” people is more easy to adapt to the reality which fills with not ideal situation and needs compromise. That’s the dilemma of life: you have to find meaning, but by the same time, you have to accept the reality. How to handle the contradiction is a challenge to every one of us. What do you think?