Taps

I read through a book called The Quarter Life Crisis once. Helped with some issues I was havin'. Was all 'bout how you gotta find a balance with bein' young and gettin' older. Gotta be able to enjoy life while realizin' it ain't all roses and it ain't all roses for anybody.

Somewhere in that book it asks what's the next undiscussed crisis for people of a certain age. The answer the authors came up with was sumthin' of a three-quarter life crisis. The crisis of watchin' your lifelong friends die and waitin' around to die yourself.

Hell of a thing, losin' friends.

Life hurts so much a lot of the time 'cause it feels like that's all you're doin' is losin'. But you always gotta know that you had sumthin' to lose. That doesn't make it any easier to let things go, I know, but it's sumthin'.

All the times you had, good and bad. All the love, all the memories, it all sticks around. Appreciate that when you can. Let yourself hurt when you can't.

People always wanna think they can't feel. That it's weak to be able to be hurt. It's not. It's human. We ain't stone. We bleed, we cry, we laugh. Let it out. Let the world know you loved somebody. Let them all know the person who died was a person worth bein' missed. Tell those that never met him that they missed out on meetin' the greatest person that ever lived

The greeks used to take about a week to mourn a person. The whole town would get involved and drink and play games and mourn in his honor. Now we take half a day off of work to go and have to leave again. That's not what a friend deserves.

When my friends die, it'll hurt like hell. When my brothers die, it'll break my heart. When my dad dies, it'll break me. They all deserve my pain when they go. Like a tribute of misery.

Eventually, it gets better. From time to time it may even feel as fresh as the day you lost them. But it always gets better. Easier to deal with. Don't expect it to heal nice and clean like a papercut. If they were important it's more like a jagged stab wound that heals better than you thought it would.

We could all go at any minute. No one is promised a long life and even the long ones still end. No fear to be had in that, just truth. Make the most of the time you got.