we live. we die. and the wheels on the bus go round and round.
You know, the ancient Egyptians had a beautiful belief about death. When their souls got to the entrance of heaven the gods asked them 2 questions. And their answers determined whether they were admitted or not.
Okay, I'll bite. What were they?
1. Have you found joy in your life?
2. Has your life brought joy to others?
You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.
if i were dying.
i would want to know that i was.
and i would also want to know how much time i had left.
because i think i would feel truly free.
free to say what i truly think.
free to do what i truly want to.
without any care whatsoever as to the consequences.
i'm so young.
but there are alr a few major regrets i have in my life.
i can't imagine what it would be like when i grow up.
i think i need to start living for myself more.
and doing things that i have put off for the longest time.
because shit happens.
and you never know when it'll actually be too late.
Good afternoon. My name is Edward Cole. I don't know what most people say at these occasions because in all honesty, I've tried to avoid them. The simplest thing is I loved him and I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together, which is amazing when you think that only three months ago we were complete strangers. I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me, but the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life, and he knew it before I did. I'm deeply proud that this man found it worth his while to know me. In the end, I think it's safe to say that we brought some joy to one another's lives, so one day, when I go to some final resting place, if I happen to wake up next to a certain wall with a gate, I hope that Carter's there to vouch for me and show me the ropes on the other side.
Edward Perryman Cole died in May. It was a Sunday in the afternoon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. He was 81 years old. Even now, I can't claim to understand the measure of a life, but I can tell you this: I know that when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open, and I'm pretty sure he was happy with his final resting place because he was buried on the mountain, and that was against the law.