03-22-2019, 09:09 PM
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Dust to Earth ... // Journal Entry #5
 Once you think about it, every single one of us will die. Whether you are young or old, happy or sad, fulfilled or empty. Every single one of us will eventually arrive at the same destination. From dust to earth. From earth to morgue. So then why do we burden ourselves with the anxiety, the stress and burden of a life that we do not deserve?
Why must we prove ourselves to others, obsess over the ifs and whens, manifest this and validate that when tomorrow is never guaranteed to us?
Why must we spend days as empty as a vacant vessel or as full of anxiety and hurt like a balloon filled with too much air when even a second from now is not even really ours?
Why can we not be content and loving with our peers, be kind to all others and share our smiles with them?
Why do we wait to say 'I love you' to the ones we adore most and not dedicate our time to surrounding ourselves with people who we appreciate and love when we only have this lifetime to expend?
Most importantly, why do we let ourselves hurt so much? Why do we cry ourselves to sleep some nights, or wallow in the pain of trivial matters?
Why do we break our own hearts?
Because, after all, we all die in the end. Our lives are short and, before we know it, we will be gone. From dust to earth. From earth to morgue.
I have you to thank for this epiphany. Life is too short to spend it in hurt and suffering. Why do we let ourselves suffer so much?
After all, life is not for hurting; it's for living.
Dust to Earth ... // Journal Entry #5
 Once you think about it, every single one of us will die. Whether you are young or old, happy or sad, fulfilled or empty. Every single one of us will eventually arrive at the same destination. From dust to earth. From earth to morgue. So then why do we burden ourselves with the anxiety, the stress and burden of a life that we do not deserve?
Why must we prove ourselves to others, obsess over the ifs and whens, manifest this and validate that when tomorrow is never guaranteed to us?
Why must we spend days as empty as a vacant vessel or as full of anxiety and hurt like a balloon filled with too much air when even a second from now is not even really ours?
Why can we not be content and loving with our peers, be kind to all others and share our smiles with them?
Why do we wait to say 'I love you' to the ones we adore most and not dedicate our time to surrounding ourselves with people who we appreciate and love when we only have this lifetime to expend?
Most importantly, why do we let ourselves hurt so much? Why do we cry ourselves to sleep some nights, or wallow in the pain of trivial matters?
Why do we break our own hearts?
Because, after all, we all die in the end. Our lives are short and, before we know it, we will be gone. From dust to earth. From earth to morgue.
I have you to thank for this epiphany. Life is too short to spend it in hurt and suffering. Why do we let ourselves suffer so much?
After all, life is not for hurting; it's for living.
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《 WRITING &. PINTEREST &. SPOTIFY 》