I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve been thinking a lot about death.

Not in a “he’s going to hurt himself” kind of way.

It’s more of a humbling moment, for me at least.

You may already know this, but I always imagined passing away early. It’s not a thought I’m looking forward to necessarily, but it’s always been in the back of my mind. I’ve put it out to the universe that I wish to live as long as possible to make as many memories with my loved ones.

I’ve been thinking about death, though.

That should be something more of us are comfortable with. Why not? It’s the only thing that’s guaranteed to us. I’ve been lying down most nights telling myself how I’m literally on borrowed time, and this moment in time is the only thing that belongs to me.

The fucked up part that gets me every time is none of this stuff is real. I won’t be taking any of this with me when I’m gone. I will only have the moments, and I pray to God every day that if I were to live another life, I would experience moments just half as good as these. Even the bad moments because they’ve sure as heck made the good ones that much sweeter.