How does one go on when the ideal you held… when the person you aspire to become one day, does the unthinkable?
I was hoping to be “like” him someday, I looked up to his wit, his writing, and his sense of humor.
I thought if I could just hang on, I can get that far… but what are we hanging on for?
I see so many suicides, so many people who have lost the struggle with themselves… it has mattered not station or situation, the outcome has been the same.
I sit here in tears for a lost soul that I didn’t know personally, but makes me think.
What makes me so special to think I will be able to beat this monster?
What makes me think that my life will not end the way his did?
All signs point to an early check out.
All signs tell me that if my aspirational leaders can’t make it happen then what hope do I have?
I’m defeated today, in sadness and trust that tomorrow I can rage in hope and in your honor… but for now I mourn.
“As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life —and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.” – Anthony Bourdain