Tomorrow isn’t promised, and that’s sad, innit?

Life can end in a fickle way, and when it does, the dreams and aspirations of that life end with it. Maybe that’s why they say that the richest place you’ll find is at the graves. The grave is full of hopes and dreams that people do not get to chase; it’s full of feelings they felt but never got to say; it’s filled with thoughts that they locked away and never got to express. It’s full of so many “I’ll do this tomorrows” when all they had left was today.

Tomorrow isn’t promised, and that’s not okay. I also think it’s not fair. It’s not fair that we came to this life without our permission, and yet, the life we have isn’t even ours and can be taken without our permission. What, then, is the essence? I guess that’s just life, and it’s sad, right?

“By the age of 35, I should be living the life of my dreams.” I put a lot of effort into building the life I want; I burn bridges and candles to make it happen, but as soon as I see my life coming to pass, it ends. Why? Because it’s my time. Who made these rules? Who did? Why can’t we all live till 70? Why can’t the minimum age limit to die be 70? Would it hurt?

All the deceased had dreams they never got around to pursuing because they believed they had enough time or not enough time at all. Death ought to be able to comprehend that and give people more time, right?

They say that death helps us appreciate life, but really, what’s there to appreciate when all you have is to deal with the pain and the memories?

Being alive is a privilege, but the privilege has an expiration date. Every day, we are running out of the privilege to be alive, and when we exhaust it, we’re “unalived.” So what’s the privilege if it can’t last as long as I want it?

Sometimes, I just wish there was a next life where we’re all given a chance to try again, and this time from a better place.

While I do not want to lead an empty life, I also would not be shocked if, in a month, you came upon this post because you were told by someone else that I had written about death a month prior and had since passed away. Relax; there’s no point saying “God forbid.” I’ll still die if it’s my time.

Death is a pain, not for the person who died but for the loved ones they left behind. Death doesn’t care if you want to change the world. Death doesn’t care if you’re the only child of your parents. Death doesn’t care if you have dreams. Death doesn’t care if you’ve suffered all your life and you’re just about to start enjoying life. Death doesn’t care if you have kids to care for. Death doesn’t care if you don’t have kids who will bear your name yet. Death doesn’t care if you have a lot to do tomorrow. Death doesn’t care if you’re a good person. Death doesn’t care if you’re just at the early stages of your life. Death doesn’t care if you’re an infant. Death doesn’t give you warnings. Death is not fair.

Tomorrow isn’t promised, and that’s sad.

I wrote this while listening to Eternity by DAX.

I’m not suicidal or anything; I just heard about the death of someone I know, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. May his vibrant soul rest in perfect peace.