Steve Irwin, Life At Large

The recent sudden death of naturalist Steve Irwin is a tremendous loss for the people who remember his exuberance and flair for quite simply put…living. Of worldwide popularity, Steve Irwin made a celebrity living hovering dangerously close to untethered wildlife and he died doing just that. From one of the ocean’s most gentile creatures, Steve Irwin received a stingray’s poisonous barb in the heart doing what he loved wholeheartedly.

You can imagine that a guy like me who runs scared from bumble bees appreciated Steve Irwin’s daredevil antics interacting with dangerous animals. A cautionary tale, I used to say to myself that because of the way Steve Irwin lived his life that he would never live long enough to grow old. I considered his life on the edge a tempt of fate while counterintuitive emotions marveled at his zest for life at large. Steve Irwin utterly loved life so while his freakish death by a stingray is profoundly sad not many people can exit this plane of existence doing exactly what they love and that brutal unity makes the circumstances of his death no accident to me. Most people remote view life from sedentary perches on compressed couch cushions. So few people can really say they earnestly experienced life to the fullest! Steve Irwin was an extraordinary carefree man lucky enough to celebrate life in all its boundless glory. If the Crocodile Hunter is not forever remembered as a man who habitually hunted what life had to offer, his obituary alone will be a crock.