#thesame

[rcapwriting]

The good, the bad, its all relative The truth, the lies The memories, regrets All of it will someday fade Into a world unknown we place our fate in For our time is fleeting Whether we realize it, or choose not to It still is. We still are.

RCap.Writing

Written By Rainer Capili

[text-exe]

Life is a race.

You are born, that’s when you start the race.

You lay in your deathbed, that’s when you finish the race.

And remember that everyone has their own speed and racetrack.

It’s not about winning or being better, it’s about living and driving along the road.

[aesthetic0of0a0peach]

At times the words we choose don't make any difference

[buddhaismyhomeboy]

[sternenstrom]

There are a lot of gods being worshiped by humanity. But don’t worry only yours is the right one.

- Seen On instagram

[kassiopiaportia]

The Same

Yesterday I had a friend tell me that I haven’t been the same since Kassie died. I guess I’m fine with that even if no one else is. She was my daughter. She was one of the great loves of my life. She was here each and every day with me. If that means that I am different, even if it’s forever, I don’t care. I am okay with being different because she is gone. I can’t imagine anyone being the same after something like this.  As much as I have thought of things to say to this person (or anyone else) thinking this way about me, all of my comments came after the encounter (of course) and I didn’t say anything except “I think I am different, now.” I wanted to say “Would you be? would you be the same after your daughter died? Was I the same after I miscarried? Were you?” All of these emotional, defensive, angry responses popped into my brain. I couldn’t say these things because I couldn’t hurt their feelings, no matter how much they had just hurt mine.  Whatever your mindset is on pets, whether you have them or not, whether you don’t have humans, whether you do here is the reality: I loved this soul, this being, this living creature. I lived with her, I fed her, I took care of her every need for 13 years. No matter what your position is, when that ends, it is the most heart shattering experience in the world. So maybe I’m not the same. Maybe I won’t be for another few months, another year, another few years, or maybe I’ll never be the same, but I am okay with that.

I am not moping about, crying at every mention of a cat, I’m not off of work. I am just hurting. I’ll always hurt for the loss of my girl. If you can’t accept that, I’m afraid that’s your own damn problem and not mine. I’m allowed to talk about her. I’m allowed to remember her. I’m allowed to reminisce on how she made me feel. I’m not hurting anyone, and I’m not walking about bawling my eyes out. I deserve her memory, and she deserves to be remembered. 

[sonderworkshop]

“The Same” The End

#TheSame

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