No matter how much i prepare myself for the void that i will have to face, i can't fully prepare myself. I don't know how i'm going to accept things when the time comes.
Was writing on my dayre last night and i said that life is like a fruit bowl. And we are all just fruit. We start out green and sour before blossoming into big juicy sweet fruit. Then just as we grow, we decay. And sometimes it starts from the inside. Nobody knows that our insides are starting to rot. But it's all just part of life.
Old fruit get taken out, new ones are being placed in the big bowl.
Time cannot be stopped. Maybe thats why people can't exactly cure cancer. Maybe cancer is a way to say that time is leaving your body. Even the juiciest and sweetest of strawberries turn black and rotten.
"It's better to burn than to fade away."
But if you burn, i don't have the chance to kiss your ashes goodbye. If you fade, i can still hold you until you slip through my fingers.
"Everything is more beautiful when doomed."
We only see the beauty and splendor in things that we are losing or have already lost. Death is inevitable. How is it that only in death do we see the true beauty in people and in things? Why is it that only in death do we learn that time is of the essence and we have to make every minute count?
We're all going back to heaven one day to sing with the angels and live for eternity. At least that's what i believe. But what do i do while i'm still down here, and you're up there?
I can pray a thousand times for God to give me more time. But i know that you can't stay here with me forever. When God calls, He calls you home.
Well, i guess this is just how life works.
See you in heaven.
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