Couldn’t find my dogs and they were here just chilling on our bed. #spoiled #husky #rottiemix #adoptdontshop #rescuedogs #badlife #horriblelife #puppylove (at Oceanside, California)
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Couldn’t find my dogs and they were here just chilling on our bed. #spoiled #husky #rottiemix #adoptdontshop #rescuedogs #badlife #horriblelife #puppylove (at Oceanside, California)
I love to be in the present scheme of things but the poltergeist of the past keeps on dragging me back while the terror of the future keeps on haunting me. I become restless and helpless, waiting to be saved but it’s a grim reality. No one will come to save me and I am aware I only have myself yet even my own self has ghosts lurking, rendering me sleepless. Where am I really? I don’t know. I don’t care. #horriblelife #trendy_tots #nightthoughts #lovelife #lifequotes AS😈 (at Rock Garden)
Tomar malas decisiones es algo que se me da a la perfección
Beautiful Death; Tragic Birth
I'm sorry if I go to indeath for your liking, but this is a topic that I feel very lively about. It would kill me not to discuss it with you. I wish to make the statement that death is level with life in respect to beauty. This may come as a shock to most people, but please, let us not pull the cord on the conversation. Oh, no. I've pun it again.
Like all valuable situations, life and death are both susceptible to distortion. If we value the beginning of something beautiful, can we not cherish the ending of something horrible? The beginning of an awful life is just the same as the end of a glorious living. I understand the common pain that one feels toward the loss of someone dear. There must be clarification here. Pain and suffering of survivors are not under the topic of death. What I mean to address is the objective truth surrounding the beginning and end of human life. I have seen the gorgeous life of a charming women come to a horrific self-imposed death. I've mourned her loss, but not because of death itself. Because it was the end of something graceful by the hand of ugly deception. In contrast, I've cried with peaceful joy to see my paralytic uncle suffer his last years to die naturally and run through the gates of heaven. This is an example of a suffering life, which death came upon to release my uncle's worries.
Can you see why life and death are subject to the the life of the livee? We may (and must) also add, in affect, the post-earth experience. We can divinely rejoice in the loss of a soul who is embarking into the shadow of the Almighty. In the same spirit, we can hope for the best even of those who seemingly neglected our Savior. But we mustn't make judgement calls by assuming we know who has denied Christ. Who are we to say what is in someone's heart? Who are we to know whether someone confesses at their last hour? As birth of earthly-life is an hour to rejoice, so is death as the birth of heavenly-life.
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS BY NO MEANS A REASON TO EVER DISCOURAGE OR LOOK DOWN UPON A MOURNING PROCESS. THE LOSS OF ANY RELATIONSHIP IS A DEAR BURDEN AND ONE HAS A RIGHT TO FEEL WHATEVER THEY WILL.