roozane

loss is hell hard, it takes time to heal, but when we do, we can cherish those memories & remember for those who cant remember for themselves.

ok, so i make up so much ridiculous quotes of my own & live in a constant bubble of philosophical stuff.

but it’s true. in the last 2 years of my important schooling which very much determines my career which i hope will be medicine, i lose a close friend, a best friend i knew since kinder (4 years), an uncle & my great grandma.

its a wonder i can still concentrate & hold a straight face when i hear of those people who gossip over “THAT train suicide” or illness & the like.

hearing life go on is the hardest thing, to know while you’re caught in this vortez of sadness/grief/missing someone/loneliness, there are those who have no idea & who go on as normal.

worse? to hear people be disrespectful & talk about loss & losses of someone they may have known with matter-of-fact GOSSIP. its a topic of conversation to lighten their mood rather than to reflect & learn.

& it hurts even more that someone can just be gone. that i work opposite this train station, that i was working that day & still didnt know, that i never visited in france, that i took for granted they would ALL be there, that i didnt understand the extent of illnesses -mental & physical.

indeed it gets better, i know it does, it’ll always hurt, but when we try to see reality for what it is & at least try to keep at pace with the train that is life, the transition from one place to another is made easier & we’ll remember good times more often than being guilty/angry/ashamed & anything we encounter.