i think at some point in time of a person’s life, the fact of life being a fragility will pronounce itself to be more apparent. today was mine. despite it being at the back of my head all this while, i finally understood how surreal a near-death experience could be. what i am still trying to wrap my head around is how it didn’t have to happen to me for me to understand its severity.
a couple of my friends are sad and i don’t know how to help them. sometimes i want to write them a nice letter, sometimes i want to sit next to them and not say anything but occasionally offer them with something to eat or drink or perhaps some tissue if they cry, sometimes i want to grab the people that make them sad by their nape and slap the living shit out of them. i can’t decide which method is most appropriate and realistically speaking it is not my place to act on any of them.