Hello readers. It’s the Queen here bringing to you another post to think about. Or not. It’s entirely up to you.

I was spending a bit of quality time with a friend of mine yesterday and we were discussing my earlier post here about society on a whole losing it’s ability to communicate real feelings. Yes, this friend actually took the time to not only read my post, but to engage me in conversation and exchange thoughts and points of view with me. It was and still is greatly appreciated. Out of the all the likes received on the previous post, according to the stats here on my site, not many people actually read it, and out of all the likes and views, only two actually gave their lovely two cents.

Perhaps the others read the post and engaged in conversations of their own with their friends and I’m hoping that is the case. I am remaining positive that is the case. It is nice to think that if nothing else, my post would have inspired at least some to really connect though I realize that the post in itself was more of just a general statement about the state I perceive things to be in. Still, it would be nice to see real and true conversations take place. Though I won’t continue on that subject for this particular post. This time I’m bringing you something else. Perhaps a bit more morbid in it’s context, though I promise you, it has an important message.

Why, when life is so short and fragile, do we spend so much time going on an on about death? While I certainly realize that death meets us all and that it’s important to know that there is not one of us that is immortal. Why the fixation with it, especially when someone passes on? We spend so much time with the thought of death that we forget to live. Obviously we are alive, if not there would be no one to read this particular entry, however how many of us are truly living? It’s like we fall in to some repetitive pattern where we get up, go to work, go home, do chores, shower, go to bed and then wake up to do it all over again. Granted, we may partake in some social activity on the weekends, or perhaps take the kids out for a movie or what have you, but think about it, how many of us are actually living? Where is the spark that we all have instilled within us?

Let me give you a little insight as to where I’m coming from, and perhaps it’s just my end of the spectrum that is going through this at present. Over the course of the last two years I’ve lost both people that I hold dear as well as acquaintances. All beautiful souls in their own respect. Yet, rather than celebrate those individual’s lives, those left behind seem preoccupied with thoughts of who will be next, conversations about things needing to be done because you never know if you’ll get another opportunity to see that person again, or marking just how many days since someone has passed, etc. etc. I’m hoping you catch the point.

I do realize that speaking of the death of someone and how it makes you feel is extremely important in the grieving process and that there is no right amount of time that can be dictated for this grieving to take place. Everyone is different in that regard. I lost my dad a year ago this month and I miss him every single day. I think of how many things may happen in my life that he will not be able to witness first hand. I will likely always miss him. However I try, though sometimes fail, to remember that he lives on through me and that he is and will continue to be a part in all that I do.

Death does change us. I’m still adjusting, adapting, and coming to realizations as well as changes of view. What I will not do, is obsess over his death. I cannot, for if I were to, then I would be killing myself off as well and I want to live. I want to have experiences, both good and bad. I don’t want to dwell on the hurt. I want to love, I want to fight and make up. I want both passion and calm. I want to touch, taste, smell, hear, feel. I want to write poems, take photos, watch sunrises as well as sunsets. I want to go and listen to live music, have drinks with friends. I want it all. I want to not only be alive, I want to live. Yes, there will be death, there has to be. But there is so much more to life than the ending of it.