a coworker of mine told me yesterday his father died 9 years ago while i was rolling silverware in the private dining room. i thought of how sad it was, and he said these things happen. it made me realize that no matter how lonely we feel, or how indifferent we are to the death of others throughout our lives, we’ll be faced with our own one day, which will not only affect our lives, but will in turn end them.
all it takes is one.
-ratha, 6.3.17, 4:03pm