Through Tinted Eyes

3 Oct 2009

Death.

whisperedwordsoncanvas:

It had been brought up earlier tonight by quietblackbird and it gave me a lot to think about.  It used to scare me, and I used to think about how I could die at any moment.  I could go to bed and not wake up.  I could crash my car.  I could be murdered.

I used to fear for my friends’ lives… so many of them have died, that I’ve lost count.  I used to never want to leave my friends alone… and at a drop of a hat, I’d be spending time with them when they asked.  (I’d still drop everything for my friends)  A part of me was afraid that I’d bury them all.

I began to drown myself in pictures of them, thousands upon thousands every month.  Pictures of us together.  Pictures of them that I took.  Pictures upon pictures on my wall.  I wanted to cherish every moment, I wanted to remember every moment, I wanted to remember every story so I could tell my children one day.

Death is inevitable.

Slowly, as time goes on, I have come to realize… I do not fear death.  I will gladly lay down my life in order to save those I care about, or those in need.  I still fear that I will lose my friends, but it’s no longer a paranoia.  I have come to live by this simple philosophy:

“Leave nothing unsaid; leave nothing undone.”

With this, I have been brutally honest, even during the toughest times.  With this, I have been unconditional and affectionate. I choose to live my life like it’s my last day.  I choose to live my life like it’s their last day.  All grudges have disappeared.  I find arguing with one another caddy and pointless.

I cherish every laugh, I remember every tear as another friend opens up to me about something tragic, and I am there for them.  Always.  I refuse to let them leave this world without them knowing of everything I have to give.  I refuse to let them live in this world questioning if I truly care.

I show them just how much they mean to me.

I live this life with no regrets.  I look death in his blackened sockets, and I laugh.  With a drink raised in one hand, I will say, “I’ve had a good run, mate.  You cannot make any one of us wish that something could be different.”

Normally I just reblog gamer and nerdy stuff but this is really touching and I couldn’t not post it

3 Oct 2009

3 Oct 2009