When death knocks a few doors down, you pay attention. You resent the world, the workplace, the people. The inhumane way of life. I mean I was never his friend but he also was not a stranger. For the past 4 years ive know of his exitence and now that he is gone he is not forgotten. Its easy to get distracted but once time slows down and its time to sleep. My wheels crank and the thoughts keep pouring in. Like a waterfall that just got 7 days of rain. The what if it was someone closer, a fried and family member. Eother way it hurts, it makes you think about whether or not this is all worth it. And in some way it is not. Life looks so beautiful sometimes. But most of the times its a struggle with yourself, your surroundings. Every situation that happens just makes me want to die and quit leaving. But at the same time its every situation that shows me that quitting is not an option. To wake up everyday and just wanting to do better than yesterday. To be better and to steuggle for what is right. To stand up to the injustice to the unsafe. To make it better and safer for not only myself, but for everyone. Because everyone deserves to be heard and deserves to be safe. They deserve to go.home everyday and be loved by their loved ones. To sleep in their bed and to see a new tomorrow.