death. what a truly terrible, inescapable thing. some people crave it, others fear it and yet, one day we will all face it. the thing about death is that it truly puts things in perspective. it makes you question if you’re living life the way you wish to, if you’re treating people the way you wish to, if you’re treating yourself the way you wish to, etc. the thing about death is that when someone dies it hurts you more than it probably hurt them. it’s a lasting pain, an ache per say that goes through waves of intensity and then one day you think it’s gone and that is when it sneaks back up to bite you harder and longer than it had prior. the thing about death is that it normally creates something new. there’s the saying out with the old and in with the new, which is truly a terrible saying to use in this situation, but it’s true. when someone dies, you lose a part of yourself, typically for the worst at first, but ultimately you grow from it and gain something that creates a better human being in the long run. the only real thing i can say about death (and for you to believe me) is that it’s fate. a terrible fate we live but also a beautiful life we can have amongst waiting for death. each experience is one in which we didn’t die so rack up those moments because it’s too easy to wait to do something and then no longer have the option to do so.