If tomorrow starts without me, I wonder who will remember what I said the most?

Like when I said that, I want none of the fake speeches or any of the talks about what I’ve done.

I want everyone to take a hard look at the pictures I took and remembered me for who I was.

A hardheaded brat, an occasional asshole, and a guy with so many hobbies.

I don’t say these things to insult myself or to try and boost my ego by having you say just the opposite. I’ve gotten pretty good at getting to know exactly who I am. It’s not too easy once you start becoming the best at calling you out for your inconsistencies.

I became an excellent liar at a certain point. I can come up with a lie and believe it at this point. I’ll even trick myself.

I became the person who did all of this good because I always thought I had some sort of debt to pay to get back on good terms with God.

I don’t know if I ever did enough, but I tried my hardest.

I worried so much about other people’s opinions for a decent amount of time. I even stopped taking pictures for a while because I wanted just to enjoy the moments.

In the year 2020, I’m not sure there’s a better activity than to scroll through some of the pictures that I’ve taken on trips. Even on those trips that have random images, I wonder why I didn’t take more.

So, if tomorrow starts without me, I hope you remember these three things.

One: take more pictures. You can never get enough. Take photos with everyone at the gathering and make faces; those are the ones that you may even enjoy the most. Don’t hide from the camera, though. If you fake a smile, know that you’ll be able to see right through you (or at least I hope), so do your best to avoid that.

Two: always set your phone to the side when you’re with your friends or loved ones. I’m doing an awful job at that at this point, but dammit, just thinking about the time I’ve spent trying to multi-task all the time makes me cringe.

Three: Don’t record all of the songs at the concert, and if you’re going to record just a few, make sure you don’t sing so loud. That’ll defeat the purpose of remembering everything at the concert. It might be funny, but you have to remember there’s a reason you’re not the one performing on stage. You sing terribly.

If tomorrow starts without me, I guess I won’t be able to feel anything at all. But at least I can say I gave some sort of life tips if you this gets read out loud at my services.