Suddenly, everyone is dying. Every new blog discovered is a farewell letter to loved ones, or the painful monologue to someone lost. I watch Bergman movies and the dead are ghosts, but they are gone. People reflect on what to make of it and everyone declares they will now go forth and live their lives better, love one another more, sweat the small stuff less, and appreciate the single moments because they are what make up this blessing we call life.
There is only the one, you know. It would be best to use it wisely.
But the truth is, we don't know what we've got till it's gone. We will all plead when the grim reaper knocks on our door. We will all procrastinate even paradise, as long as we can.
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