Passing
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aaroncabrera
aaroncabreraFather | Husband | Musician | Poet
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Love. Death. Time.

Passing

I want you to know that I am crying.

Not because I miss you.

Not because I miss you. Not because of the fight that we just had.

Not because I miss you. Not because of the fight that we just had. Not because of the thought of losing you.

Not because I miss you. Not because of the fight that we just had. Not because of the thought of losing you. Not because of what you think of me.

Not because I miss you. Not because of the fight that we just had. Not because of the thought of losing you. Not because of what you think of me. Not because of the feeling of being alone.

Those thoughts are shallow.

Those thoughts are without meaning.

Life is but an endless journey where you yourself choose where to be or not to be.

Painting this picture inside your head.

Planning your goals before you go to bed.

Living a life from someone else’s dream.

Loses the meaning of living as it may seem.

I was crying for myself.

This is not how I planned everything to be.

I was lost in the abstract perception that everything will be just fine.

That is not how life works.

If it does,

If it does, then what is the point of living?

Life is a series of unexpected events.

Events that transpires from the unpredictable nature of the universe.

Love, happiness, anxiety and fear.

Those are just the reality that we are building from our own minds.

Life is moving.

Life is moving. Death is coming.

Life is moving. Death is coming. Things are passing.

Life is moving. Death is coming. Things are passing. Time is losing.

Don’t live in the abstraction of life.

Live life.

For it is the most certain that can happen from your passing in this so called existence.

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