Pursuing God

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We often waste an incredible amount of time wanting to be somewhere else, someone else. Our head-space gets clogged with compare, contrast, what if, why can’t, I should. But you’re never getting this time back. You can’t borrow tomorrow. Please don’t save the best for last. The best is all of you, here, where you are, brightly lit and painfully now, in this breath you’re leaving. Each second dies as it is born; every hello must say goodbye; all is fading in the collapsing hallway of a fragile hourglass, a grain at a time. You are here. The best is you, now.

‪I wish someone had told me that friendships are sometimes for a season, that they can be deep and exciting and meaningful and vibrant and everything, but can one day drift apart, not their fault or mine. I would’ve enjoyed them more. I would’ve said a proper goodbye.‬