There are many things I have learned from the events of last weekend.
Death is inevitable. No matter how long you try to prolong life, it always ends. In order to live peacefully once a loved one has died, we must come to terms with this. In order to come to terms with this, we must acknowledge that there is nothing we can do once the deed is done. We cannot make the dead understand how much we have loved them, or how much we miss them, or how much we want them back in our lives.
Death is permanent. There is nothing we can do once the deed is done, which is why we must do it all before then. Before the dead pass on, we must make sure to show our appreciation as often as we can, so that they can die happy knowing they were loved. In this way, we too can accept death knowing that there is nothing left unsaid. Put down your phones, put away your books and computers, and pay attention to the ones in your life you love the most before they are gone forever.
Death is not the end. Even if there are things we’ve always meant to say but never have, there is always a future. A future in which we can show a new generation the love we have for them in all the ways we never had the chance to before. This new life gives us a second chance to not make the same mistake twice.
Death is not important. Life is. We cannot waste time crying over the death of a loved one, but rather we should remember and celebrate them in life. Death is a reminder that life is fleeting, but ultimately worth living because of the experiences we share with others. Do not fret over what you’ll do now that they’re gone, but take pride in how they have helped you shape your life.
Death is rewarding. Many are scared to get attached. They are afraid that they’ll be too hurt and saddened by the passing of a friend to participate in having one, to which I say, “So what?”. Isn’t it better to have loved one, spent as much time with it as possible and given it your care and attention, than to live a life without one? Would you be happy not knowing the joys of having one? Could you live with yourself later, content in the knowledge that you turned down the opportunity to have such a unique and special bond? All good things must come to an end eventually, but we should be happy that they happened, not sad that they are over.
I have also learned that paying respects to hundreds of dead pixelated horses gets very repetitive.
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