Life is Grim.

11/08/2023- This World is Budget. All the fighting. All the hatred. Truly WTF. What is up with the competition of this World. It’s insane. You compete for a job. You compete in sports and activities. Some compete with family and spouses. The more I hear people’s stories I realize that many compete to START a family. The hardest news that I have received is that I will not have the opportunity to compete to naturally start a family. I, I however, competed for my life. But no longer. I am choosing to direct my life in a direction of non-competition. I will spend my days in positivity and graciousness. Appreciation for the love that surrounds me and the beauty that this World offers. I am choosing to look towards peace; Quiet.

The Grim Reaper has come before. I recognize his touch, his feel. He takes those long bony fingers and he starts to poke. It’s almost just to let me know that he has arrived. I am able to ignore him and continue my path. I get rest and seem to shrug him for days at a time. But he is unrelenting. I know this already. He will return, and when he does he will come back with a squeeze. Right in my left side. He takes those fucking hands and gets up under my rib cage and squeezes. The pressure comes and goes, but as days pass the base pressure increases. The Reaper has something he wants to tell me. I couldn’t listen in the past, but his path seems more and more desirable as I lay. I hurt. It hurts. He promises peace; Quiet.