Life

Life is so quickly fleeting, every time we breathe a moment goes by. One more minute closer to our demise, though we forget about this due to the stresses of life. How can it be that we lose a loved one when someone else in this world is so set on destroying other's lives? How can the people we love most be the ones who must suffer due to sickness or a cruel twist of fate that leaves us all behind, pondering the true meanings of life and what our purpose is? With power and life comes great responsibility, with every action we choose affects those around us...the world can change on one person's ambitions or goals. When we lose our will or what keeps us going, we essentially lose the will to live. While I'm sitting here typing this up I think of how my actions have brought me to this point. How I lost my grandma, and am slowly losing my great-grandmother to dementia while some money hungry family wreckers walk away scott-free. I cannot help but think that somehow I've caused this outcome, perhaps I wasn't as good as a granddaughter as I could have been. Maybe by me not seeing my grandmother in her later years caused her to slip into that depression that made her lose her will. She told us on Thanksgiving of last year that she was dying, and we pushed it off saying that isn't true, feeding false lies to ourselves...but she knew. I miss her...and so many of us take life for granted each and every day. When looking into her face in her last four days, I realized how life can end so quickly...how every moment we have has to count, for we will never have anything like it ever again. How every person we come in contact with has their own story, has their own struggles and their own lives that seem to spread out and effect others. I may be young or inexperienced but I've seen death, face to face, and I know that we all have to enjoy our lives. Don't hold grudges, life is too short.