For your consideration: Medium long rant.
Lately, every night, I’ve been sitting in my backyard patio thinking.
The more I think about it, I feel a bit saddened but strangely happy.
I feel saddened because I know the time spent with people that I know and love is limited. Ultimately, people older than us will end up dying and leaving us here without them. And ultimately, we will end up dying and leaving the ones we love. Death is morbid. Kind of redundant.
But yet, this cycle to me is what makes life so beautiful.
In each of our experiences — smelling flowers, first elementary school crush, medium rare steaks, first broken bone, a death in the family, high school graduation, college, first love, the list goes on — stars are created in our minds. Small memories become small dots while the memorable ones explode into large stars.
Since I started thinking this way, I feel as if I should learn to appreciate everything around me.
Man, I’m going to miss this moment when I think back to this entry in 1 year. Time is precise people.
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