I want to die when I’m 111; surrounded by full ass great grandbabies that are beautiful human beings. Of a family; that I have had the greatest honor and privilege getting to know and see grow up. That I be surrounded by people who genuinely love me and those I love as well.
That would be my idea of having loved a wonderful life.
But if for whatever chance I don’t happen to get there,
which unfortunately happens to a great many of us human beings
And until I do, if and when I do……
I want to be happy in all the parts in between. Everything I’ve lived from the start as much as I absolutely can.
And I want to live them happy with myself knowing I really did the best I could to be the best person I could. Do I miss the mark? Sure.
Let my burial marker be “seriously” or “keep trying (to be happy, genuine with others and true to yourself every moment of your life)” because you never know when the end will come.
Right? And one can never truly love and live well with lies. I should know because I’ve had to live them far too many times so far.
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It turns out but’s are inflammatory in language. They are meant to assault and everyone knows that, subconsciously I guess. So I’ve read that I should change it to and. These are subleties great writers learn I suppose. I mean who doesn’t want a reader to feel good when they read what your saying and not assaulted?
I’m hoping people get pleasure from reading this and not the guilty kind either. Lol, and also does it change the meaning of the sentence somewhat I’m wondering? 🤷🏽♀️. I think it sounds better. Maybe I’ll adapt this to my vocabulary all across the board. Lol
