Thinking

I am so aware of my mortality.
More so than I think others are and I've always been this way.
Never when I was growing up did I have that invincible complex. Around the age of 10 I would get night terrors because I couldn't let go of the fact that one day my parents are going to die. Still if I think to hard about it I freak myself out. Then the only solution is mass amounts of superficial things to distract me from this odd place I have reached.

A friend that I never got to know all that well just had his father pass away. Some of my other friends are at the viewing right now. It got me thinking about how lucky I am that I have never had to experience a viewing. I cannot even fathom how torn apart I would be by the sight of a dead body. Regardless, his family is in my thoughts right now as well as in many others.

It's weird that sometimes things like this make you realize how much you care about certain people in your life.
Peace and Love.