he lived beautifully .
I’m not ready, I’m not ready for it to end.
When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
I've lived all five of my acts and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."
I love you.
I heard this tonight and felt as though this is from him to me. And so, I feel as though I have been taking this advice and I really don't mourn the way I had been. When I think of him and his life I do feel sadness, but honestly how can I not? He was amazing. But that feeling comes from the things we never got to do...because when I think of the amazing and crazy shit we did together, I laugh so hard. He is ok. He lived beautifully.
When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
I've lived all five of my acts and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."
I love you.
I heard this tonight and felt as though this is from him to me. And so, I feel as though I have been taking this advice and I really don't mourn the way I had been. When I think of him and his life I do feel sadness, but honestly how can I not? He was amazing. But that feeling comes from the things we never got to do...because when I think of the amazing and crazy shit we did together, I laugh so hard. He is ok. He lived beautifully.