There is more to living that purely existing. It’s a wonderful, terrifying, incredible, impeccably imperfect journey, and you only get a one-way ticket. Life isn’t a round-trip affair.
Through the heartbreak, change, and devastation I have learned some key points that will help me along with several others on the healing journey.
But something happened in that moment. A wave of gentleness passed over me and I suddenly forgave him for all that he had done.
Frane Selak cheated death 7 times and won £600,000 in the lottery. He was then killed in a freak accident when a sign fell on him.
Death is not nothing.
I realized that looking and being cool is overrated. There’s no time to pretend you’re something that you’re not. I no longer have “guilty pleasures” because I honestly don’t feel that guilty about them.
“People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”
Don’t get me wrong. I can understand why no one wants to openly chat with me about the death (and life) of my parents. It brings up feelings that people associate with pain and so it’s avoided at all costs. In some regard, they’re right about this.
We even have a word that means fear of death, Thanatophobia.
Ping pong, heroin, and the summer of ‘94.