“I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.” ~ Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
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The lessons we remember most, are the ones that slice our heart.
Difficult lessons I learned this week:
- Life is fragile. A dear friend of mine was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia. Fine one day. Diagnosed with cancer the next. In my young life, this is the fourth person I know to have cancer. The first three died. I feel as though as I am too young to be so familiar with cancer.
- People are finicky. People will never remember all the three dozen good things you do, and will only remember the bad things about you.
- I truly am alone in this world. The people I count on to always be there for me, are the same ones who disappear and become invisible.
Somewhere along the way, I lost my hold. All the people and things that used to keep me from falling, like my family, friends, work – I am losing my grip on them, and one by one, they are all disappearing from my life. I hold onto them as tightly as I can, but they are like falling sand slipping out of my reach and all that surrounds me now is emptiness and darkness.