The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
“What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.”
We accomplish so much in our lifetime and some of us have accomplished great things. Being famous for writing a book, being an excellent sports player, drawing and painting wonderful art is not accomplishing much in this life of ours but so many thing so.
Fame comes to so few and what have they learned from it? How to be self absorbed? How to be arrogant fucks? How to be selfish bastards? Yes, yes and yes to all three and many more undesirable traits or acts.
I look in the mirror and I wonder who am I? I was once someone’s wife, someone’s employee, someone’s friend, someone’s lover. Of those things I am proud of none but I am proud of being a mother to my children.
I have had a damn hard life and my kids have watched me struggle and hopefully they have learned the hard lessons of life by watching me. I am a strong woman who wishes she werent so strong as strength has kept me alone.
“If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.”