Take a step back. Look at what you have and adore it. Because nothing is always permanent; not even a sharpie can stay forever. Cliché as it sounds, but you truly will never realize how much someone or something will mean to you until its finally gone. Don’t get me wrong, finally is not a consequence, rather take it as the inevitable. Sooner or later it’ll go and you can’t help but to stand there hopelessly wondering how. In that moment, you can’t think about the tragedy; its best to think of the fond memories and times you had. Cherish it now, because father-time will always take its toll when he is ready.

Now take that step-back, and proceed up. Enjoy it in the now; learn from this and take happiness now before depression conquers; at which it’ll be too late. Too late? If you do what I did, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.

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