and whether you want to hear it or not-
time eventually runs out.
and I know it's hard to accept
and I know death is
often times
petrifying
and it's okay to
be afraid
of what you do not know
because
I too
have no clue
as to what
awaits me on the
other side.
All I know is-
there is one.
After all this suffering.
After all this grief.
After all the highs to
low's and
the dramatic
in-betweens-
there is more to this life
than simply being here.
And a part of me would like to believe
that what we do here;
matters.
And even if it's a tiny gesture
or a massive shift in
humanity-
we all play our part.
We are all tiny messages
in fragile glass bottles
that we are too scared
to break out of.
Life is unpredictable
and we-
foolish and naive-
take our opportunities
for expression
for granted.
It is senseless to keep
anything back.
It is asinine
to believe
anything
less than
transparency
will bring us
freedom.
It won't.
Say what's on your mind
before it's too late.
And don't be one of those people
that say they
can't.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC
and whether you want to hear it or not-
time eventually runs out.
and I know it's hard to accept
and I know death is
often times
petrifying
and it's okay to
be afraid
of what you do not know
because
I too
have no clue
as to what
awaits me on the
other side.
All I know is-
there is one.
After all this suffering.
After all this grief.
After all the highs to
low's and
the dramatic
in-betweens-
there is more to this life
than simply being here.
And a part of me would like to believe
that what we do here;
matters.
And even if it's a tiny gesture
or a massive shift in
humanity-
we all play our part.
We are all tiny messages
in fragile glass bottles
that we are too scared
to break out of.
Life is unpredictable
and we-
foolish and naive-
take our opportunities
for expression
for granted.
It is senseless to keep
anything back.
It is asinine
to believe
anything
less than
transparency
will bring us
freedom.
It won't.
Say what's on your mind
before it's too late.
And don't be one of those people
that say they
can't.
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