What’ll happen if you do nothing?
I’d say I think about death in an incredibly self-absorbed way, because it usually comes up whenever I consider whether or not what I’m doing is actually Important or Worthy. This happens often. I am always stressed.
You weren’t old enough to pass away peacefully in your sleep. You weren’t even close to the age where a phone call about your death would be expected.
How do we cope with our parents getting older? How do we prepare ourselves emotionally with the fact one day they will die? How do we come to terms with the looming possibility of losing them?
You start to realize, in the least negative way, that nothing really matters in life – nothing except the people you love; not your phone, your shoes, your new picture frame from Anthropologie, your job title, your Snapchat streak – none of it.
I’ve come to terms with my intrusive thoughts and spent my entire life learning to tune them out. I’m a pro at it.
It takes strength to feel the things you do so heavily. I just need you to channel that strength into not an outlet of self-destruction but rather finding a solution.
Sometimes the unexpected can bring joy; and sometimes it can bring pain, but either way what you expect very rarely turns out to be what actually happens.
The existence of death need not be depressing. Because it’s actually invigorating.
It doesn’t matter how many years have passed, because I am always going to miss you with the same intensity. I am always going to hate how early you left this earth.