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hello scared with bpd
you have to equip yourself mentally to deal with life and death. it's a drama we are all within. life flashes everyone by. sadly, only when the end draws near do many start thinking, this is my life and life is to be lived.
death is the bastard that stands quietly by the side of everyone, totting up their vanities, measuring its time to trip them up.
a year ago i held my friend's hand while he spasmed in brain haemorrhage and died, within 3 minutes. only the day before we'd been laughing at his hospital bed. 14 months before our mutual friend had been almost completely erased by a massive stroke. they found a tumour. he didn't know who we were - his eyes were glazed. he also heamorrhaged and died.
each day we CHOSE not to succumb to worry. because no one knows what happens tomorrow, in the next hour, next week.
worry is a fantasy of the future - and it's death's friend - because it takes your eye off the ball. the ball is now!
forget morbid thoughts of death.
live. now. today. it's all anyone has or has ever had.
enjoy your time with your friend. keep your eye on the ball.





