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Stumbling Through Pages
Rummaging through some drawers today, I stumbled across a worn-out notebook that was kept as journal where I infrequently wrote entries back in 2005.
Blogging was no where in sight so significant events where often recorded with pen and paper and I had this sentimental moment reading through some passages I wrote during the time when my grandmother passed away -
It struck me then, something I had never thought of before. The purpose of life is not just to reproduce, to love your neighbor or to live a pure life so that you can enter heaven. Or perhaps it is and I’m just exaggerating.
I think the true purpose of life and yes even death is to impact others. My grandmother will never do the things that everyone takes for granted but she, with one simple sentence, picked up all of the shattered pieces of my beliefs and fitted them back together seamlessly.
Because of her, I can look and see her as a living person, not as the walking, talking dead. I can share her joy in want she did and what she experienced until the end instead of crying about all of the things she’ll never do. You can’t defeat death but you can live life and I this point, that’s the only option.
I’ll continue writing as much as I’ll do photography. Regardless of which one you practice, who needs a time-machine when you have any of these two crafts to resort to for reliving moments.
