I write a lot of crap. Sometimes it’s with a particular person in mind but I tend to call them out. Usually I speak in vague generalities.about no one and everyone specifically.
Totally one of the benefit of almost dying is realizing its not worthwhile to hide other people’s bullshit.
One of the other benefits?
Realizing their bullshit doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.
When I learned the true value of my life, I decided not to lessen it by spending time consumed with the stupid, petty, hurtful actions of others.
I slap myself on the forehead that it took a coma to make everything crystal clear, how much time was spent wasted on things I couldn’t change.
Whether it was moaning about perceived aesthetic flaws when I’ve learned the most gorgeous parts of people are the things you never see.
Relationships that weren’t worth nurturing were traded for the bonds that come naturally as breath.
Draining situations that envelope your mind, body or soul are taking you away from the refreshing moments that can renew.
I had to step to the very edge and teetered for a moment to come back with these mental nuggets of self-clarity.
This post is about you. Maybe.