Here is short list of songs that gotten me through a tough time. I hope you guys find as much encouragement from these songs as I have. Also if you would like to donate it would help me pay my student loans this month and I wouldn’t mind being able to get my mother and father Christmas presents either.
Holy shit… Paul Walker died.
Is it better to burn out then to fade away?
and i won’t stop if i fall
cause i want it all
Recently, over the past week or so I’ve fallen into a pit. Not a real one, but a metaphorical pit. You follow? Good. After I was released from the hospital last week it hit me harder than it had ever before
— You’re. Not. Going. To. Live. Forever. —
My mortality echoed within my mind like a bell. "The enemy is approaching, sound the alarm. Run to the tower. Don’t look back. What ever you do, don’t look back. Go now and ring that bell as if it was the very last thing you’ll ever do on this earth. It very well could be the last."
Ever since the candle was lit, ever since the words were uttered “You have cancer” I’ve openly cried twice. I forced my self to stop the day I saw my little sister cry. How could I be selfish? How could I let her cry? I’m her big brother. I will hold the weight of this burden and keep her dry from her tears. But now my strength is fading. Some don’t understand that either. I’ve been trying my hardest not to be “cancery”. I’ve gone out every night I could. I’ve seen every show I could attend. I’ve held every open hand. I’ve laughed at every joke. And I’ve been positive, but now… well at least today I can’t be.
My priority… it can’t be making others smile anymore.
My priority is… figuring how to make my self smile now.
So please, don’t ask me: What can I do for you? or What do you need? Because I don’t know what I need. I what I want, well you can’t reach into my body and take out what makes me hurt, can you?
The first thing I’ll do when I get healthy is run to ocean.
The first thing I’ll do when I die is run to God.
Both seem to have open arms.