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Death is inevitable, the best any of us can do is try to make the most of our time here, and I know from experience that a lot of us feel that we have to do something incredible to be someone worth remembering someone, someone who people morn their loss but celebrate their life.

You're not really afraid of dying you're afraid of being forgotten.

What if I told you that you had already made an impact? That you had people that will remember you for the rest of their lives. For better or worse. You may think that in the grand scheme of everthing, in people's (friends family strangers or otherwise) lives that you're an insignificant mote of dust in a vast world, but that isn't quite true. Everyone you have ever interacted with you have left an impression on. You have impacted their life in someway good, bad, or otherwise. Even a passing comment made to someone can change their life.

Have you ever heard a story like this? A stranger talked to a person that sat on the bench with them and because of this small kindness they decided that they weren't going to teach themselve to fly. The stranger didn't think anything of their bench chat, it was just a regular day, but for that person that one chat meant the world to them.

If a stranger can impact someone so deeply with a single act or moment of time. Then certainly you have affected the lives of those you are close to, or just interact with regularly, and even someone you only met once.

That you may never know how much a difference you made, but know that every choice you make affects someone. And these are the people that will remember you for the rest of their lives. Someone will care, because many already care.

So knowing this live choosing what you think will affect you and other's life's positively, we will never be perfect, but we can damn sure try, to be someone that chooses to try not to be perfect but to be kind.

#my r #just a thought #something I believe #for those of you who know #or have felt #a startling lack of will to live #like they had to be someone #so alone #invisible #someone cares #things to consider #kill em with kindness #living is hard #Maybe this will help someone #might be a bit sad? #I don't think so *shrugs* #how does one tag? #I wrote a thing #literature stuff #words make up everything lol #It's one am #I wrote this instead of sleeping #mmmm #Spotify

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"Of course I'm out of my mind, it's dark and scary in there!"

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"We're born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse."

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What? You didn't have stand through a 10 hour long Rage/Yelling session on how you're going to be sent into foster care, because you're a useless slut, white trash piece of shit who at age 7 couldn't make your fathers mac'n cheese properly because you're not allowed to use the stove according to him but you are supposed to be able to use the stove to make him his damn dinner?

What? You weren't held up by your throat till ye started to see black, only to be thrown like a ragdoll hit the wall and slide to the floor. Gasping trying your best to keep breathing as he kicks you in furiously. You curl into yerself trying to create a smaller target to hit, but of course your father wasn't happy that response so he grabbed you by the hair to pull you up to see eye to eye you try to look anywhere but his eyes. That was grave mistake.

What? You didn’t…

Imagine you’re talking to someone who did not have abusive parents and finish the sentence with an abusive thing that happened to you.

When my mom needed something done around the house, she would just trump up a charge and ground me and doing whatever she needed was my punishment. So my sentence is:

What? You didn’t have to spend a week digging a 3-foot deep trench for a new pipeline when you were 13 because your mom didn’t want to pay a professional to do it?

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i’m not lying just mis-remembering 

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The Observer

The college student living off of caffeine fumes at this point types ferociously in a futile attempt to finish last weeks assignment in three and a half hours left till classes begin again. Constant dark circles under her eye's highlighted by the light from her laptop. Always seems to arrive in a different level of exhaustion, her sleep deprived state making moving any limb a mental challenge. The bun is gone before the laptop hits the table. Usually forgets about her coffee drinking it only when it's barely luke warm, at this point her coffee serves more as a timer than a beverage. By the time it takes to cool it she realizes the time and rushes to gather her supplies to flee to class. Order's a tall hot Chai latte with a modest drizzling of whip cream and a cinnamon bun. 

#coffee shop #free write #chapter 1

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Then I have lead countless lives

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My writing process, the art isn’t mine i wish my art was that good. What you can’t see is the hour long coffee shop ambiance and the you mix playin’ in the background as well as my research... 

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never danced like this before ~ end up dancing every time heh

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I don't believe in the kind of magic in my books. But I do believe that something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

J.K Rowling