06/05/2026
This isn’t a pity post, I genuinely want to share how this duality has shaped me into the person I am today.
I talk often about how the emotional maturity is the ability to hold multiple perspectives, conflicting emotions and experiences simultaneously, and I don’t think I’d know how to do that today is it wasn’t for this experience.
The night my mom passed away, I opened Facebook, and a girl I used to work with had just given birth to her son, and there it was an again—death and life.
God doesn’t see death the way we do, but a revolving door of souls leaving and coming right back.
In any moment of grief and pain you can find me having a total breakdown one minute, and laughing with tears of gratitude for having had something that could bring so much pain amidst its loss in the first place.
Life is wild, tragic, exciting, ordinary, and everything in between and to me, that’s what makes it beautiful, that’s what gives it meaning.
I’ve lost a lot of people in a relatively short life so far, and it taught me how to live.
It’s only tragic if it was for nothing, so give it meaning. You might not have created the canvas, but you hold the paint brush. ♥️
