Hang in There

We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of something near and dear to each and every one of us. I must admit that I feel at fault for this particular misfortune, much as you have been at fault at some point in your life. And it saddens me to see something so precious wasted away—like the hopes and dreams of that of a small and sickly child. Alas, I am not here to conjure feelings of guilt—nor do I wish to bring grief and despair unto you. I am here today to honor and cherish something that we have all lost at some time throughout the course of our lives. This hurts me so deeply because it is not the only time I have experienced this type of loss, just as I am sure it will not be your only encounter either. The worst part about it is that I notice it affecting me more and more and I can do nothing about it. Every evening while I lie in bed reflecting upon my day before falling into a sleep-induced coma, I cannot help but to mourn the repercussions that this loss provokes within my life. I feel it the most when I am idly sitting around the house watching television. I feel it at times when I am at at work engaging in small talk with a patron. I especially feel it after having spent hours absorbed in social media or playing games on my phone. I’ve sat amongst friends or coworkers listening to them ramble on about current events or gossip, and I cannot help but to be struck with this feeling of sadness as the remembrance of this specific loss sinks in around me. I feel as if a piece of my life has been taken away. And It kills me to know that I cannot get back what I have lost—no matter how hard I may try. But what hurts me the most, is that I see it reaching out and touching you, even if you are not yet aware of the weight that entails this terrible loss. And I can’t help but to feel responsible for its current presence in your life. So I would like to take a moment of silence to once again pay our respects to this mutual demise that we share. One that hits both you and I with a shared potency and force. May our knowledge of its disappearance and waste make us in the end better people. It fills me with regret and I speak with a heavy heart when I say that I am sorry for your loss—one in which I cannot give to you back. Let us pay our respects, to the death of the past two minutes of your life. May they rest in peace. They have been wasted and will surely be missed. And please keep in mind “That when you kill time, remember that it has no resurrection.”