My name is Mike. I live in Lancsater County. I used to live in Hawaii. i like Burritos, Guitars and Stuff.
Over the past couple of weeks, many of my friends and I have been reminded of how very temporary that everything is. Any commitments, plans, projections or deadlines, can simply become nothing. Over the last two weeks, I’ve seen two friends of mine, who carried with them a huge presence in the community lose their battle with time. Both of whom left the party too soon. Within the last 72 hours, I’ve seen no less than 3 of my close friends also lose a beloved family member.
Friends, anything you are doing great or small, is just a blip on the screen.
I’ve been blessed to hear from many friends checking on me to see how I am, and to remind me that they are my friend, as I am to them. I’ve spent more time hugging my loved ones, when they are near me to hug. I continue to strive to be honest in my words, acts and art.
No pain is as great as that of someone being removed from the mortal landscape. The high rollers, movers and shakers are easily noticed, mourned and genuinely missed. But rest assured, the introverted, shy and criminally overlooked are important, and no less essential. I know many people who have at one time entertained the thought of leaving the group of the living. I ask that you do everything in your power to stay alive. I also ask that those secure in their desire to keep breathing to make their breath count. Do not assume anything, do not hate, or reject without honest thought. Choose your words carefully, they become part of your legacy. Practice love, be a rabble rouser and hold steady.
Every day listen to the sound of your breathing and the rhythm of your heart. We are alive. There is truly something to be thankful for In that..