The Death waits for no man saying brings comfort to me because in life, the journey itself can seem unfair or feel like we got a bad deal. The cards dealt don’t determine anything and we’re so possessive of things abstract, “a good life,” or “success.” Things that have nothing to do with death, we feel entitled to an ideal that is just a temporary situation.
I lost a close friend of mine a couple of years back, this person’s passing had to show me how close we really were. I think for me, I can be so wrapped up in my own existence and not recognize these human connections that matter. I don’t know what happens when the lights go off, I just know that I can’t be regretting anytime spent on earth when I’m gone. if possible.
Pour out some liquor
Our memories bring comfort