As I type this, I grow closer to death. We constantly run along this thin, short path that is life. I must question this as I write, however, as we are constantly fixated on what is to come. The end. The darkness. The final moment. We unfortunately lose the thought of the middle, the highlight that has yet to come… living. The life that has yet to be lived. A thousand laughs to be shared. A thousand tears to be shed. A thousand thoughts to be construed. And so many heartbeats.
Posted on October 15, 2011 at 5:39pm — 2 Comments