A Fitting Death

Thought this may sound a bit insensitive, I think that Timothy Treadwell's death in the hands of bears was not only poetic but fitting. Really, I think it was the only way he could have died. He spent so much time with the bears, and in effect almost becoming one of them, that his death in their hands felt almost like a validation. As a crossing of the threshold to truly becoming a bear. And perhaps, for his own sake, Timothy Treadwell needed to die the way he did. Though at times he seemed like a crazy person, talking to the bears and animals as if they were unruly children, there was a certain beauty to him. They way he connected with the foxes was certainly amazing. And though at times he came off as creepy, there were other times that he was very funny and charismatic. It became very easy to sympathize with him.  But I cannot help but think of him in the future. I feel that if he would have changed even a little about how he felt about the bears it would have been devastating for him. More than once he said that preferred to live in the world of the bears than live in the world of the humans. I am glad he was able to do that. This was very clear too. When the tent collapsed in the rain, while the rest of us would have been miserable, he was content. That, to me, showed that he loved nature above all else. Maybe he liked nature because he seemed to be a failure in the human world; the bears would not judge him or anything. As his old girlfriend said, he finally found a way to be with them forever. His death at the hands of the bears gave his life meaning; it was through his death that we were able to find out his story.