A simple photograph.

This post will start with something I wrote somewhere else.



No matter how much philosophy I have, and probably will study, when someone dies, someone is dead.

It doesn’t feel any better.

It certainly feels worse.

The situation isn't as serious as I am making it sound. People die every day. The thing is, when you know a face that has died (you don't have to actually know the person), you feel this violent wave of rage come over you, then you feel sad.
The feeling of sadness is what hurts the most. Nobody likes to feel sad. People get sad over things they cannot control.

I am sad.
Human beings are always dying.
Why am I not inherently sad, then?
I have not laid eyes on all who have died. If I were to see every face of every person to die, that would make me habitually depressed.

Death is a huge change. You have to figure out how to live your life without that person in it... which is frustrating.

I don't know how to resolve this feeling of sorrow and death... says the girl who has "Life is a Fiction" on her blog...

It's just hard to let go. I thought I had been able to convince myself death is 'okay.'
Death rolls around,
and it hits me like lightning.

This certain situation will pass in a bit. I just don't want to know what I will be like when something more serious rolls around.




This was horribly written.
It's all in my head, but it can't get out.


Hej hej,

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