What is a life? What
is death?
Is someone else’s
existence really mine to hold?
I have a very
different view on life and death than most people I’ve encountered.
Guess what?
Life is fragile.
All the time.
It’s a fragile,
priceless gift.
A gift that we’ve
been given freely.
We aren’t promised
that it will be easy or that it’ll last as long as we think it should.
And when someone
passes, we have no control over it.
Instead of being
pissed off because I want someone back or I don’t think they had enough time on
this earth, I am thankful.
I’m thankful for
whatever amount of time I have been given with that person.
Every moment we
shared was a gift.
Their life was never
mine to hold.
But I’m so thankful I
got share even a small piece of it.
Life happens.
Which means death
happens.
It’s all just a part
of how things work.
Life is but a
whisper, a wilting flower fading with the grass.
Listen to the
whispers around you.
They’re more valuable
than you can imagine.