Please

rinse and repeat
one down
rinse
hearts are broken, tears are shed,
fingers pointed, problems solved.
words of love, words of comfort,
fade to black as life goes on.
another down
rinse
more hearts broken, more cries of change.
rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat.



Please, don’t wait until it’s too late to tell your friends and family you love them.

Everyone is growing old. The world is constantly changing, and what you see now will be different from what you saw before and what you will see later.

Take a closer look at those you love. I mean, truly look at them. Look through their tired eyes and please, please take a moment out of your life to appreciate and remember what you are here for. These little moments when your looking into your grandmother’s laughing face or listening to your father’s atrocious singing fulfill your life. It doesn’t take much effort for little acknowledgements and words of love, but they are actions that perpetuate happiness and belonging. We don’t have much time here on Earth. With a blink of an eye, they’ll be gone, and so will you.

You may have tests to take and papers to write and things to do and places to be. But don’t ever forget to pause and appreciate, if only for a moment.

So don’t wait to look when their gone, when their not around. Don’t wait to look when they have aged, when your eyes were closed but time went on. Look now. Look and see the beauty and soul in everything. Look and see what you’ll miss when your eyes close for the last time.

There is a reason why we fight until our last breath. There is so much to live for. There is so much we don’t know. So many books we haven’t read, so many stories we haven’t heard. The wealth of information is infinite. There is so much love and beauty in this world. And that is what living is for.

“All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daises or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground” – The Sky Is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson

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