How do you want to die?
.
.
.
In a way that is meaningful, passionate, maybe for a cause....
A purpose.
Choosing how to die is easy,
Choosing how to live is difficult.
What do you see when you look around?
The world? Life? Love?
Hate?
How deeply can you see into what matters?
What matters?
What is important?
Life? Love? Hate?
When did you last smile at a stranger?
A story comes to mind...
In San Francisco, a note was discovered on a man's dresser Several days after his death.
It read; I am going to the bridge tonight... if any one person bothers to smile at me on the way there,
I won't jump.
How do you want to die?
Painlessly? Quickly?
No death is slow... you live, live, live, and die.
No in-between, no near-deaths,
Simply; death.
How deeply do we see into eachother?
I see the pain etched on the faces of the people I pass...
I don't smile.
I see the love in lovers' eyes,
I see the hate in the beaten child,
I see the anger in the betrayed,
The sadness in the newly alone,
And the happiness in the newly discovered.
I don't smile.
How deeply do we really see into eachother?
What do you feel as you read these words?
Sad? Lost? Hurt?
I may not know what you feel, and I may not even know what
I feel
But I know the love, hate, anger, and sadness.
I see it every day in the mirror.
I don't smile.
A difference could have been made on that night at the bridge,
But nobody knew him, and so nobody cared.
Does this inspire change in you?
Or will you be as selfish as I have become?
I see the pain,
I see it every day.
And I don't smile.
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