So the other day I got some horrible news via facebook. One of my friends had died. I am not sure how exactly he died. That's not the point, though.
The point is he was thirty years old. That is about eight years older than me.
I am not going to tell you that I have a new lease on life. I've had that happen to me before. It's not like that this time. It's more like I have a new perspective on what I should be doing with life.
This does not mean that I'm going to go sky diving tomorrow. I know. Disappointment.
It means that I want to do what makes me happy and not care what others think. I want to spend as much time with the ones that I love because that's the best part of life.
Connection.
This also means that I am not going to apologize for who I am. There is only one of me and who I am is not something that I should say sorry about.
One pseudo-negative thing that could come out of this is that I'm not going to spend time with people who I don't want to spend time with. I don't want to waste my life on people who aren't loving or fun to be around or interesting.
I like substance. I like reality. I like truth.
They're kinda necessary.
So that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
G'night y'all.
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