The Value Of Life

We were irritated at each other again, for whatever dumb reason this time, but it never really did matter. I sat in my chair, in silence & you had your legs crossed on the bed. You looked miserable & pouty, & you would not talk to me at all. Another friend was with us in the room, he looked quite awkward as well. The silence made everything uncomfortable, it always did. I immediately wanted to figure everything out after a fight, & make it better, but that wasn't always the case. My thoughts constantly clouded by a better tomorrow, & your lack of patience & temper hurt us the most. When I blinked my eyes I opened to find mself in third person starring into a tiny glass box which was a replica of our room. There we all were in the box just as we had been a second ago, but now I had stepped outside of myself & watched us from above. I became conciously aware of my own thoughts. I held the tiny glass box in my hands thinking, "Why are they so upset down there? They're so tiny. Their lives are so vulnerable. Why does any of this matter? They will soon be nonexistent, how do they not understand?"

My awareness didn't last too long & I was back to my same old self, sitting in the room with all my same old thoughts, in unwanted silence. You were done for good this time. You decided to drive me to the airport that night so I could fly back to Idaho.

In the car all I remember was that you were speeding, probably to the pace of your own anxiety if I was to guess, and I could see the frustration worn upon your face. I wanted so badly to tell you to slow down, but the thoughts just kept circling around my head; I couldn't speak. We were on the freeway in the blackness of the night with no intention of turning around. I didn't expect us to come to that corner soquickly, & I know it was just an accident. We flew off the rode and over a cliff. The seconds we were in the air felt like minutes flying by. You screamed out loud, "I fucked up!" , and I sunk back into my mind again. "Wow, this really is it, isn't it? It's all over." I blinked hard to force my eyes open and lay in amazement. I had a second chance.            

I will not take life for granted.

 

(After so many pointless arguments, my mind is growing weary and tired of the misery. We just need to by happy because life is too short, and we don't get to live this life over again. We could die today, so don't fight with your loved ones, forgive them.)