To All Who Are Still Breathing

I've been thinking a lot about death lately. Do you want to know something that really bothers me? I hate when people die and suddenly all us living put aside our bad memories, our fights, our annoyances, or the fact that we never even talked to the dead. Suddenly the dead are seen as being perfect when they lived and we wish we had hung out with them more. I have two things to say, and if they are offensive I apologize from the depths of my heart. 1. Nobody is perfect. I'm not saying we need to talk bad about the dead. That is disrespectful to their loved ones. However, I am just urging you to remember that perfection isn't what makes us valuable, because none of us are perfect. If you are still alive and you feel like you don't match up to the stories of when the dead were living, don't give up heart. You can still grow, you can still play a role, you can still be loved. 2. When people die we realize our differences are often so silly and we begin to wish we had spent more time with the dead when they were living. Look around you! There are so many lonely people who you might not have time to value or maybe they seem annoying to you, but I bet if they died today you'd wish you'd stepped up and said hey so why not do it right now? I'm not lecturing, I'm thinking out loud to myself, just narrating my own journey.