it goes up and it goes down.
Life isnt adjustable to comfort: We all start out as these shiney bright and new people in the world, and then life happens. We learn, struggle, and all along we are growing. We create bonds with other people, spirits, and souls. They come and they go. Are we all just passing by on the way to somewhere special.
Talking with my sister today I shared with her a thought I had about death, and the intimate simplicity it has. Its not this distant unknown void anymore. People come and they go. The time in between is what exactly? A young friend of ours passed away last year before 30. The question is always "Why did God have to take him/her from us?" or "Why them?.. They had their whole lives to live" - On the other hand, why isnt the question "Why am I still here?" "Why wasnt it my time?"
We are young, some die young. We are middle age, some die middle age. We are old, some die old. What I know is that we all die. We all leave this place, so if it is something we all do, why is there fear? Why is there saddness? Why is there anger?
Is it in the win or the lose? - Does that feeling stem from the fight?
I want to say that for those that are taken from us, there is pain, there will be pain. I encountered so much pain from my grandmothers death almost two years ago. She was in my thoughts daily, and nightly I cried. But time heals these things. Time will heal all things. It is all we have. There is no guarantee for anything. When it is time to go, it is time to go.
Talking with my sister today I shared with her a thought I had about death, and the intimate simplicity it has. Its not this distant unknown void anymore. People come and they go. The time in between is what exactly? A young friend of ours passed away last year before 30. The question is always "Why did God have to take him/her from us?" or "Why them?.. They had their whole lives to live" - On the other hand, why isnt the question "Why am I still here?" "Why wasnt it my time?"
We are young, some die young. We are middle age, some die middle age. We are old, some die old. What I know is that we all die. We all leave this place, so if it is something we all do, why is there fear? Why is there saddness? Why is there anger?
Is it in the win or the lose? - Does that feeling stem from the fight?
I want to say that for those that are taken from us, there is pain, there will be pain. I encountered so much pain from my grandmothers death almost two years ago. She was in my thoughts daily, and nightly I cried. But time heals these things. Time will heal all things. It is all we have. There is no guarantee for anything. When it is time to go, it is time to go.
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