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Marge Griffith passed away today around five hours ago. Marge lived two houses down from me and my mother. Marge saw me grow up since we moved to this city when I was three. Marge was so happy with what life had given her, and that didn't change even when her husband, Bob, passed away a couple years ago. I loved both Bob and Marge. Whether I realized it then or not, I know that now, both of them taught me that happiness could be found almost anywhere, and especially with people you love. Marge gardened. She was happy. Bob worked in his workshop, with me sometimes even. He was happy. Marge lived with Bob. They were happy. They were both very important to me, and now they are gone. Marge is no longer in pain. She may very well be happier than she has ever been in her entire existence right now. But she is not here. Marge was a very beautiful person, in a world that doesn't always show how beautiful it can be. I hope to one day be able to protect that type beauty in some way, so that it can last as long, if not longer than Marge did. It will always be there, I know, but... sometimes when it's hard to create, or bring out your own beauty, you try to hold on to and protect that which exists now. You defend it from the bad, you fight for it. You hope that you don't, and you try not to damage it in the process. I don't know where this is going. Marge's death shows me that beauty doesn't last forever. Beauty is fragile, just as life is fragile, because they are the same thing. But life always ends...
We can't stop the natural entropy and decay of the universe. All things die eventually. What’s important though is that we continue to create life, and protect it as long as possible, or else all there is, is death. Sometimes you can do both; sometimes you can add to the whole of everything while you protect what is still there. I don't know what I'm going to do. All I know is... both these things need to happen, and that there are always people that make it happen. I also know that my father is old, and probably not in good health. People die. You can create to make up for the loss, or try to prevent that loss... but it happens eventually. That’s why you have to enjoy the life that exists now, use the life that exists now, learn from the life that exists now... or else there really isn't a point to defending that life, or for creating more of it, is there?
We can't stop the natural entropy and decay of the universe. All things die eventually. What’s important though is that we continue to create life, and protect it as long as possible, or else all there is, is death. Sometimes you can do both; sometimes you can add to the whole of everything while you protect what is still there. I don't know what I'm going to do. All I know is... both these things need to happen, and that there are always people that make it happen. I also know that my father is old, and probably not in good health. People die. You can create to make up for the loss, or try to prevent that loss... but it happens eventually. That’s why you have to enjoy the life that exists now, use the life that exists now, learn from the life that exists now... or else there really isn't a point to defending that life, or for creating more of it, is there?