″...-- are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” - a page from my Alter Ego

Tell the mourners there is no time left for weeping.

The time for sadness has passed.

At least that's what I feel like telling the world. I'm not much for weeping. Some say its cathartic, I say it slows you down.

From what you might ask?

From life.

We don't need to know the promises the world has in store for us, because, and this might shock you, but the world hasn't promised you shit.

We are all mourners of our own lives- especially if we don't live them.

So I amend my original statement.

Do not weep unless you haven't lived, haven't known failure as intimately as a lover, haven't lost yourself only to find yourself again, haven't loved loudly with no words.

That is the real reason to cry. Then I give you permission to wail.

Because what is the point of having a life if you never lived in the first place?