The extremities in life tend to push me downwards.
It's like being in chokehold most of the day and you have no control or whatsoever.
Even in my sleep the words leak.
And the lies I packaged beautifully come pouring, in waves of doubt and fear.
The bags around my eyes tell me to pack my bags and leave, going nowhere.
Somewhere peaceful, maybe.
And if I find that place, then maybe I won't return and suffer any longer.
I went out with a few friends last night and we were talking about when our time on earth comes to an end. Through our conversation I learned that the average lifespan of a Canadian is 82 years old. I'm 35. That gives me 47 years on this planet if I'm lucky. Of course, there's always a chance I could live past 100! Fingers crossed🤞
Either way eventually I am going to die. We all are. I have always been very scared of death. Until last night I had a thought come through me just before I fell asleep, that gave me a feeling of peace with death.
Nothing that exists ever dies. The spirit, soul, energy, whatever you want to call it lives on. 💙 #thevulnerabilitychallenge