+ Time is Finite +

There's something weird about reaching certain ages. Where life no longer feels like it will last forever. Like your time here is infinite.

Don't get me wrong. I've known I'm a mere mortal since I was a kid. I get it. And this is not the first time the thought's crossed my mind that nothing lasts forever. All I have to do is think of my friend that killed himself. The one that I never told anyone about... because I never had the heart to do so. Or my friend who died of leukimia when I was in high school. Or think about all of my grandparents who have passed.

I have many reminders in my life that tell me everything has an expiration date on it. We just can't always see them. I know that the world is finite and eventually all will be forgotten.

And yet you hear of people young, like my friend who passed while I was in high school, and it is a wake up call. That age doesn't matter - your expiration date might be just around the next bend. And it reminds you that nothing is promised... or lasts forever.

I'm not trying to be a downer. I'm just in a mood where this can't be let go. I miss the people I've lost. I'm sad for some other people that are struggling to keep the expiration date away for a little while longer. I just am processing things.