Rough Time

I'll dive right into it with this post. Death. The word many people cringe at, they avoid it if at all possible, spend their lives in pursuit of ways to live longer and healthier. It's a part of me I've found difficult to switch off an insight into, when you spend most days around those in pain, the dying, the recently and the not so recently deceased it seems that you gain a different perspective on life then. Ever see a little kid crying in the grocery store, tugging at their mom or dad's clothes while the parent looks irriated? It bothers you doesn't it, all that noise? To me, sometimes that's the most beautiful sound in the world. A screaming kid is one that is still breathing, one that will have more moments and has a future ahead of them. The old person who aggravates you at the store taking their time putting down groceries or walking the aisle, what I see is one less person I will pronounce dead that day, one less body to stumble upon when the neighbor calls saying they haven't seen their friend in a few days. I find myself seeing a significant amount of the darkness in recent times, and they say that when you peer into it for too long, it stares back at you. However, it seems that in some ways I've been given a beautiful gift, I appreciate the mundane for I have seen chaos, I appreciate love for I have experienced hate and rage, for all the things I see at work I have been given an opposite appreciation of everyday life. So, death, that thing we all try to avoid, to those who spend their waking moments surrounded by it, in some ways we have been given a gift of understanding to what is truly important in this life.

To all who've taken the time to read my jumbled thoughts in my posts, some worse than others...thank you for continuing to follow me. 

-Burnout 

Song of the week: Through It All by From Ashes To New