Whispers and Bones

Bones. We are bones, which will someday be dust. We will fade away into the sky or ground or air or whatever the hell you choose to believe. What will we leave behind? What will be our legacy? You see, there are no guarantees. NONE. You want a guarantee - here is one and it is the only promise I will make. I promise you that you will die. I promise you that one day you will cease to breathe in this astral plane. I don’t know about the rest, because I don’t know about all that. I do know that the world will be no less full without you there, because you can sure as shit bet that there is a baby waiting to take up your breathing space - maybe two. You can bet that someone out there, somewhere, will cry for you - will lament for you. You can bet that someone out there that should be mourning is refusing to break down. You had better believe that everything you did or said somehow had some kind of consequence, because this death day - our doom - could be only a second away.

How did we choose to live our lives? What did we choose to say or do or feel or believe? Why must we jeopardize the everything because we believe it couldn’t possibly last and remain this fucking unbelievably good when we don’t truly know how long anything will last?

WHY NOT LAUGH RIGHT NOW - do it - I dare you to sit there and think of something that struck you as hilarious and call it to mind and let it take you over and laugh until you cry. It isn’t hard - I just did it, and if it was my last second on this world I know I went out with a smile on my face and a beautiful memory in my heart. I know that I loved people with every bit of me that I could spare - I know that I held a pillow to my chest because it smelt like someone I wanted to be near, and it felt fucking great to hold that bastard to my chest.

I know that everything I was was exactly everything I was meant to be. And I laughed. Do you want to know what? Just before that I danced in my mind and electricity ripped through my body like a tidal wave - like a current that powered the whole damn world. Why not? I have that power. I believe I have that ability - to light this planet - to light up my life and maybe help to illuminate yours or his or hers.

Why is it bad to believe so boldly in yourself? You want to hear a secret - take this one to press - I don’t want it anymore.