Recently, I've had to deal with death, and it's made me think a lot. I think a lot about my own death, and although that may sound morbid, it always leads me back to my life. It's been said that you can judge how well you lived your life by how many people show up at your funeral, and right now, I can't help but thinking that not many people would ( Read more... )

I've never known someone that died until now. And it's rough. Really fucking rough. I just keep thinking about it, and and I know that there has to be a better medium to express this with than a fucking livehournal, but whatever

life hurts sometimes

"Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky."

My throat feels like it's going to explode, my nose is incredibly stuffed up, my muscles ache terribly, i coughed up a blob of mucus the size of two marbles this morning, i couldn't muster the energy to get out of bed until like 3:00, and I've never been happier.

"she's fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, hugable, do-able like art, suitable to be part of the cosmos..."

:)))))))))))

i am so happy, and when i look back at my livejournal entries, i realize i haven't had a single unhappy or complaining entry since before august, which is when i met her. i really really love life.

I love my life, I have nothing to complain about.

It seems to me, if a "god" exists, it's not a human figure (people depict gods in their own image- if dogs believe in god (do they?) they would imagine their god as a dog) or anything with a tangible or imaginable shape, but rather, just a force in the universe that determines one's fate. Now it seems to me that I have absolute free will, and ( Read more... )

that was so fun