It’s funny. What it all comes down to in the end. I thought id want to pack down my room for my parents. I thought I’d want to write an individual letter for every person I cared about. I thought I’d assign my belongings in writing, making each and every one a symbolic gift for those whom I adored. I’d thought I’d wear my favourite clothes and think about all my favourite things as I farewelled this life. But it turns out none of this actually matters.
Instead I’m sitting here, both figuratively and literally on the edge of oblivion, picking which song I want on repeat on my iPod. Because when I take that final step, I want to hear it forever. I want my loved ones to know that all that was going through my mind was a beautiful piece of music. And that I had finally stumbled both upon and into some piece.
I think “The City Surf” may have won out.
Normally I exercise my writing ability on here as a way of expressing myself, but instead I’ll keep it simple. Don’t quit. Only quitters quit. I’m not a hypocrite, I’m just a quitter. Keep screaming for help until someone hears you. But don’t wait too long. You might lose your breath.
Finally, to paraphrase my favourite fictional hero of all time – what is death if not the next great big adventure.
Neverland ahoy <3
3 comments
I’m not so sure about this only quitters quit. It’s too easy to blurt out statements like that when in actual fact some people are really in a lot of trouble, whether that be what life has dealt them or some low life scum have dealt them or both, it can come down to a simple equation of whether it’s worth it and for some, like me, I just don’t think it is. I’d certainly like low scum of this Earth to terminate but alas, as seems to be the case, it’s good people that seem to want to terminate.
I stick by my statement. It isn’t yours to question.
i liked the fictional hero thing & only quitters quit thing 🙂