While you are grieving your life,
Someone grieved their loved one, gone too soon.
While you are crying over your mere existence,
Someone is fighting death, waiting for a boon.
While you lament the things you did and the mistakes you made,
Someone is wishing to have the opportunities of messing up the way you do.
While you mourn what life could have been,
Someone is longing for more time to be true.
While you crib about the friendships and relationships lost,
Someone is waiting to hold their loved one in a hospital hall;
Against the cold and trembling wall,
They whisper silent prayers, giving their all.
As you sob over another day not lived well, questing your mere existence,
Know that someone, somewhere, wants to trade places with you this instance.
I was reading an article by someone who lost their loved one in the tragic flooding of Camp Mystic, and it shook me. It made me ponder the fragility of life — how easily it slips away — and how we take it so for granted, simply because we carry the privilege of still living it.
