Wednesday, August 18, 2010 4:18 PM,

How do you measure a life?
In a way, you can't. Because you never know how much a life means until it's gone. And once that moment hits...the feeling is unending. It's like all the sudden everything you loved about that person is just gone...forever. And then there's guilt. And then there's shame. And then there's pride. And then there's a sense of just complete helplessness.
Or what about the moment right before you discover the worst news of your life. Or you're completely uncertain of the future. You don't know whether he's gonna be alive and breathing tomorrow or if his last breath was yesterday and you never had a chance to say that every time he breathes, every time he speaks, every time his heart beats, he made your world better. He made you want to be better.
What if death was taken seriously. What if life wasn't just a series of experiences, but a huge web of people that affect each other and ricochet off each others actions and words. What if life is about impacting one another. It's about seeing what you have and thanking God for it every second, and NEVER letting yourself take it for granted.
You broke his heart because he didn't mean that much to you...but now he's gone.

How much does he mean to you now?

"Sorrow lasts through this night
I'll take this piece of you
And hope for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me
And up into the stars
Joy will come"
-Flyleaf, Sorrow
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