Just a Whisper

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.