I want everyone I love to live forever and never die.
Is that naive?
Yes.
Is it unrealistic?
Yes.
Is it bad for me?
Sometimes, yes.
But I can't change it. I have tried.
I worry so much for those I care about even if I don't talk about it. I haven't made peace with death. Sometimes I lose myself in loving them, and making the best of our time together.
And sometimes I lose myself in the grief and the sadness of its temporary nature that requires us to employ our imaginative linguistic justifications and work-arounds to create meaning out of loss.
Yes.
Is it unrealistic?
Yes.
Is it bad for me?
Sometimes, yes.
But I can't change it. I have tried.
I worry so much for those I care about even if I don't talk about it. I haven't made peace with death. Sometimes I lose myself in loving them, and making the best of our time together.
And sometimes I lose myself in the grief and the sadness of its temporary nature that requires us to employ our imaginative linguistic justifications and work-arounds to create meaning out of loss.
