I’ve struggled with the meaninglessness of existence for the better part of my adult life. Probably since my early teens, honestly. And I’ve never been able to come up with a good reason for living. I’ve just been moving forward in hopes that one day I would understand.
Well I think I finally do. At least for me personally.
I want to help support people. To guide others. To be a source of light and inspiration. To be there for them when no one else will. To love them for who and where they are right now, not where I wish they would be. I want to heal the sick and broken. And I want to do all of this with a loving heart.
If I can help one person then that will be enough. Because one death is one too many.
I miss you Chris. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most.