Sometime’s it’s all just too much
Do you sometimes get to thinking about it all and find it to be just too much? I’m talking about when you start thinking about someone you love and how one day they won’t be around anymore, or maybe they already are gone, and if you could just know that somewhere, beyond it all, you will be together again, then everything would be okay. Everything would be okay. Maybe that’s why we can’t know for sure. Love stories kill me for this reason, fictional and real– loved ones being divided forever by death seems like the most unjust of any imaginable atrocity, but not knowing whether or not you will ever be in the presence of that love again is not only torturous to dwell upon, it makes apparent the most urgent purpose in our lives. We’ve got to love like now is all we have.