Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am
It's so weird when your life is on a collision course both towards excruciating heartbreak and the person you were always meant to become. That walking through the hardest shit is sometimes doing the best work, the work that shapes your character and your karma and your destiny. It might feel a little bit like an amputation, the severing of self from people and friendships you love who were never meant to live or last forever. It might feel like the morning after a one night stand you thought was just the beginning of something good.
I don't think any real or true life exists without a little blood shed. The hardest thing to remember is that the most essential part of yourself remains beneath the layers that are shed easily like reptile skin or painfully, like a burn victim. Loving, in the end, is an impossible situation because human bodies age, move, change, die. There's just no holding on to anyone or anything forever and this is both fucking terrible and beautiful and true all at once. I've always hated the cliché cherish every moment like it’s your last, those lines everyone who's ever gone through anything terrible says at the end of it all. The stuff of Christmas movies and near death experiences. But here I am saying it, too. Life goes fast. God doesn't come down and sign his name at the bottom of your contracts in blood about love or death or anything else. It's WAM BAM THANK YOU MA’AM. Enjoy it now. Love the hell out of it while it lasts. Happy 2019, everyone.