I'm not here to be small, to compare, to judge (myself or you), to fit in or to be perfect. I'm here to grow, to learn, to love, to be human.
I need you all to live your lives with strength and love…two qualities that I showed as I lived my life. I need you all to live boldly, with passion and determination. I expect you to love with everything inside of your soul, unapologetically. Love is all we have to give of ourselves, and love is what is going to carry you through this unbearable pain. So when I am gone, love big, love fully with every piece of your heart, and don’t leave anything ever left unsaid.
Life will be different when I’m gone; you won’t like it and you may want to fight it. Let the love emanate through your body. I am there, our love is there, I am just gone from sight.
You all are aware that I always had high expectations of myself and I have even higher expectations of you now that I am gone. When every cell in your being wants to give up and wallow because the sadness and pain are unbearable, I want you to take some time and allow yourself that, but then I need you to put two feet on the ground for me. When you cannot do it for yourself, do it for me.
When we die isn’t even really the interesting question, as once you’re dead you won’t be around to care about
Yes, we’re all going to die. You and me and everyone else. One day, eventually, that fateful moment will come calling and take us all away. what you did or didn’t do.
No, the interesting question is how we die. Will it be cancer? Cardiac arrest? Anthrax attack? Choking on a pretzel?
Me? I’m holding out for parachute failure. Or maybe a plane crash. OK, not really, but sometimes when I’m on a plane, and we’re landing and there’s terrible weather, I start daydreaming about what a crash would be like—the oxygen masks falling, women shrieking, babies crying. Maybe I’d reach across the aisle and hold a total stranger’s hand in a final dramatic gesture as we wait for the inevitable together. The earth would sweep upon us and together we’d be slammed into eternity.
Luckily that hasn’t happened yet. But it’s exciting to think about.
When we think about our own deaths, we typically think about the final moments. The hospital beds. The crying family. The ambulances. We don’t think about the long string of choices and habits which lead to those final moments.
You could say that our death is a work-in-progress over the course of our lives—each breath, each bite, each swallow, each late night and missed traffic light, each laugh and scream and cry and crashing fist and lonely sigh—they each bring us one step closer to our own dramatic denouementfrom this world.
So the better question isn’t when you’re going to die. It’s what are you choosing as your vehicle to get there? If everything you do each day brings you closer to death in its own unique and subtle way, then what are you choosing to let kill you?
What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace…. LOVE YOU BAIRES!!!
Are you an empath or a highly sensitive person? Then I know you have had this experience. A dear friend is always in need. When the phone rings, you cringe, knowing that after speaking to them you will feel sucked dry. And yet, you pick up the phone because you really care.
Or perhaps you are in the supermarket and a complete stranger comes up and tells you their life’s entire, horrifying story. You listen because you actually care.
Maybe as you are hanging out at your kid’s baseball game, someone asks you to join yet another committee or volunteer group. Even though you have already joined ten others, you say yes because, of course, you really care.
Each of these moments is an excellent opportunity to very appropriately and usefully set a boundary. In my work training sensitives, empaths, and healers, the number-one thing I teach is boundary setting—because it is so hard for us to do.
Empaths are the psychic sponges of the world, so we spend a lot of time feeling overwhelmed by the energies of other people. Crowds, social engagements, traveling—anything that has a lot of people and sensory stimulation—can crash the circuits of empaths and send them into empathic overload.
A non-empathic person has an innate sense of boundaries: “This is me and everything else is not me.” But empaths don’t have a built-in boundary, rather we have finely tuned antennae that are always feeling other people’s needs, pains, and desires. So we need to learn about stepping back.
With good boundaries, we feel our unique sense of self and our separation from others. This comes from being able to say “No.” With a sense of self and of our own worthiness, we can prioritize ourselves over the needs and wants of others. This is an alien concept for most empaths because we have very big hearts and generous natures—we really care!
https://www.newharbinger.com/blog/boundaries-guide-empaths-and-sensitives
Love your journey.
Love the beautiful soul you are.
Love yourself more than anything else in the world.
When you do that, you show others how to love you too.
Stop settling for less.
In tough times, you have always supported me. Thank you brother, you are the best brother that one could ever wish for. I love you.
This relationship that we share is so strong; no one can ever break it. I Love you, My Brother.
You were my guardian angel when we were little kids. Thank you for always completing my assignments for me.
Brother, I love you so much that I can do anything for you.
Authenticity is about being true to who you are, even when everyone around you wants you to be someone else… To become authentic we require a thirst for freedom…
To be nobody but myself-in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me somebody else-means to fight the hardest battle any human can fight, and never stop fighting
Never apologize for what you feel. It's like saying sorry for being real.
No legacy is so rich as honesty… THANK YOU BRO AND OF COURSE MOM!
To the ones that walked away:
To my loved ones:
