Looking a dying man in the eyes and understanding his many doubts and hurt behind the facade.
A life riddled with wrong choices which lead to an ultimate yet tragic conclusion. A raw moment in time.
It’s on days like these where I feel confronted with the status of my inner peace.
Days like these define me, because they are the catalyst to reflect deeper into my own life, leading to actions that push me in new, unexplored territory.
All day, every day, I feel like we are just jumping through hoops on our collective path of career grind and social bubbles.
But when I sit back, slow down and reflect on things like life and death, it often shifts my perspective, even for just a bit. And that is enough to spark something new.
In these moments where I feel and see joy, pain, sadness, love, and things unsaid, they get to me.
I am once again reminded that this place here is finite. It’s not easy to go our own ways as human beings, but it is so crucial.
These so-called clichés are there for good reason, I urge you to think about it. Reflect upon it.
Are you truly on your best path? Are you truly living your best and most fulfilling life? Do you dictate your path, or are you dragged along in the path of someone else?
My fear of death has shifted over the years to a creeping fear of not living life fully. I frequently feel grateful for all the great moments and beautiful souls I’ve met. I realize now, in retrospect, that many of my painful memories are also the most meaningful.
I continuously try to see the silver lining in things that are passed and will never be. Letting go was always hard for me, and it took time to transmute old memories of loved ones and bygone friends into something meaningful.
Negative and truly hard experiences in life tend to make us hurt, damaged and bitter. And I’ve always been very aware of this. That is why I make a genuine effort to never let my bruised heart come in the way of feeling and expressing genuine love.
Love for life, love for people everywhere. As bleak as our journeys get from time to time, we are ultimately responsible for the way we interact with this world. By extension, we hold the power to impact others by being more kind and accepting to those around us.
The people who often don’t deserve our compassion are the ones who need it the most.
Once you can see the hurt souls and wounded children inside of people, it profoundly changes you.
They are there, waiting to be seen. Waiting to be loved again.
B.