When I was 11 years old, I was on a family vacation with my younger sister and my parents. During our vacation, in the middle of the night we were thrown into the car and my mom was in tears. I had no idea what was going on. We pulled over, and my parents told us they had to tell us something. I asked my Mom, “It’s Katie, isn’t it?” Katie is my older sister. “She died, didn’t see.” My older sister’s boyfriend had lost his mind. He shot her and then he shot himself. It created a cataclysmic event in my life that ended up shaping the rest of my life and how I viewed death. For a while, it was the worst curse in the entire world. Then it ended up being the greatest gift I’ve ever received. It showed me the shortness, the finite essence of life. That allowed me to start taking on life in a different way. Freedom from the control of what everyone else thought. Knowing that it’s short, I’m going to do what I want. So it was a big moment in my life, but one I’m proud to have had.
“It’s very inspiring to see how such a tragic event could infuse you with such a vigor for life.”
Because it passes. When you can understand that it passes, it’s felt and it hurts. And it’s so real, oh my god, this is going to be forever. But Buddha said, things are neither good, nor bad. They just are. And it will pass.
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