Dying, died, dead
"The back of the survivors must bear the hopes of the deceased"
Hey dude,
Listen!
For someone who's never lost anyone dear ever, one of my biggest phobias is "death". I do not relate with the "I'm not scared of dying" mantra that quite a number of people have, because scared or not, everyone dies.
The fear is in someone I love dying.
I do not know how it feels, despite watching and comforting friends lose their loved ones.
Yes, I have mourned the deaths of people I know, but the feelings were of shock and uncertainty—not pain and despair, the kind friends have described to me.
I know this for sure—losing someone isn't worth it.
Friendships too—they die.
Something happens and that bond withers off. Your life, wrapped around the validation of that one person who meant the world to you, left hanging because they met someone new or moved to a new place or "grew".
You can't handle it. You didn't see it coming. It threw off for a second [months even].
Think relationships too.
They're the worst, in'nit? Everything was just right and then, it wasn't. You, now, struggle to even catch a glimpse of what used to be—the smiles, laughs, love, freedom that you enjoyed.
Now dead.
You woke up one morning, dejected, life meaning nothing to you. Your million-dollar idea is now dead in the ground. Zuck's Harvard Commencement Speech about failure before success isn't doing anything to comfort you.
You lost, and you lost hard.
It was important to you—to me, I forgot who I was writing about—me.
Perfect laid out—it was going to change people's lives in the least way possible. Now, it's dying or dead even—cancer stricken by 0.00 account balance, lack of experience or whatever came into play.
It's all gone.
2 years of hard work, 5 years of patience wasted. You now taste space. "If this works out, then everything I sacrificed would be worth it" and you're staring at that paper.
"Sign here", it says. You close it and it reads "Dissolution Agreement".
You turn your back on it, walk out into another failure. You admit your fault and say, "I can handle it" but deep inside, it's dead—rotten even.
Your dreams, gone! Your perfect studio, gone! Your superstar team—gone. You lost, and you lost big!
Yet...
"The back of the survivors must bear the hopes of the deceased"
You survived.
You survived, and you owe it to all the hopes, good times, successes of the deceased moments to keep surviving—to win.
No! You don't owe. It becomes a duty that your survival makes the losses worth it, else nothing is.
Well done. You can only do more.
From: Philemo—nn, Praise To: God—Future, @PraisePhilemonn
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