But not this time. It amazes me how every single one of these people have stories. They all have their own narrative how they see their lives up to this moment, how they tell it in their own definition.
They are all seemingly normal, interesting, contributing members of society. I could take a picture and in 12 hours, these random strangers can each be all over the globe. It makes me think of where I could go. What is possible for me. And it inspires me. It exhilarates me. Makes me want to travel.
But at the same time, I know the reason I am here. I’m here so I can attend a funeral for my close relative who took his own life. It is a reality that hasn’t sunken yet for me.
Those are elements of life that dance so intimately, together. They dance
To the cries from childbirth thru the tears of joy when your first born child being handed to you for the first time To the sound of love at first sight all the way thorough your 25th anniversary. To the sound of cheering and applauding at your high school graduation. To the sound of synchronized cries of a family at a funeral.
These emotions dance so passionately, to create the human experience. paint a picture that you’ll one day call a life.
I am in this moment, people watching, inspired, interested, hopeful and joyful about life. Yet I am melancholy because in 12 hours I know I will bury my beloved.