For Him

There's this moment in your life when you realize that time is not of quantity but of quality. There's also a moment when you realize that is bullshit. And finally, there is a time when you realize that you don't necessarily always want to be missing someone, but you'd like to simply remember them. I can't say you'll never miss said person, or even that you'll try not to, but just for a second you do realize that remembering someone and all they were is a whole lot easier than missing them.

And that, is the beginning of my story.

I thought a lot as a little kid about what it must be like to be sad. I didn't understand it much. Like… come on if you aren't happy play with a hot wheel or a stuffed animal and everything will be fine. Being a child was so incredibly simple. I mean let's be real that the only worries were whether or not you could get the remote or a soda with your lunch. Honestly, that's really the truth. Life as children isn't easier per-say, it is and always will be just simply simple. No complexities or complications in the day to day life. Some might say that makes life easier, but I beg to differ. Life is never easy at any given time, it can only be one of two things: harder, or simpler. I say all of this because as a child I didn't understand much, naturally. I mean, I understood the things my brain capacity allowed me to and then anything after that was either too complex or I just didn't care because it didn't seem like something Barbie would care about either. However, as I said before life doesn't get any easier and if it did it would be called existing, not living. I digress. The thing is, about life, is that sometimes it forces you to understand things, not because you should or need to, but because that's just how it is. Plain and simple. Ever heard of the saying, "it is what it is?" Well, that kind of what my situation was. It is what it is.